This brief verse speaks of the battles that many fight as they face the world in their day-to-day lives. It can be seen that there are quite a few tormented souls out there who are emotional agorapohobes. This one, by A.D., is for them.

The Agoraphobic’s Lament

There are raindrops tap-tapping the windowpane

but they can’t get me, I’m safe inside;

my primal instincts push forth again

as I seek shelter in myself and hide;

to watch the world leap around in chaos,

to fertile plains that breed confusion;

I close my eyes and wish it away

to see the truth behind illusion.

But weary of thought and tired of trial

and deafened by pleading, endless sighs,

I struggle forth and smell the blood,

then wipe the raindrops from my eyes.

A.D. 

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