Agoraphobia Poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis

9: 09pm

Something isn't right...

I look around, as if you're right next to me

with a frown I silently say 'I feel you tonight.'

anxiously, I arise from my chair and begin cleaning...



Dishes



Vacuumed floors



Washed windows





As I wipe the beads of perspiration, I inhale deeply.



In noticing the time, I exhale...



9: 28pm

Pause - breathe - contemplate

'WHAT THE HELL! ' I scream.

I glare at the reflection in my screen door window
directly in the eyes...


realization sets in... that's my reflection.




Back to my chair, I sit...


In solitude, I feel so saddened and confused

restlessly, I grind my fingernail into my knee

piercing through, I come to a halt.


Mouth and eyes wide open...



I feel like someone's here... or are they coming?



... WHO?

With hands covering face, I hold back the tears...



I grip my hair tight...



'What's wrong with me? '...

10: 19 pm


Ah finally, I felt that everything was clear


In my chair, I sit with popcorn



Alone



It's the anniversary



since the last time I left this house

in total fear... I remain



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(c) July 25th,2008 @ 9: 09pm