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Panophobia.
(Panophobia: Fear of everything. A vague and persistant dread of an unknown evil.)
There's something in my pillow,
It suffocates me dry.
The feathers that once rest my head,
Now kiss a punctured eye.
There's something in my closet,
It hugs my chest with pain,
The place that sheltered pockets deep,
Is driving me insane.
There's something in my doorway,
It scares my darkest side,
The locks that used to let me leave,
Are forcing me to hide.
There's something in my stomach,
It's telling me to scream,
Get rid of all the household ticks,
That never let me dream.
There's something in my mind,
It smothers me in doubt,
It opens my eyes to a fear
I cannot live without.
There's something in my pillow,
It suffocates me dry.
The feathers that once rest my head,
Now kiss a punctured eye.
There's something in my closet,
It hugs my chest with pain,
The place that sheltered pockets deep,
Is driving me insane.
There's something in my doorway,
It scares my darkest side,
The locks that used to let me leave,
Are forcing me to hide.
There's something in my stomach,
It's telling me to scream,
Get rid of all the household ticks,
That never let me dream.
There's something in my mind,
It smothers me in doubt,
It opens my eyes to a fear
I cannot live without.
Published 18th Mar 2010
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19th Mar 2010 9:07am
...you've been too scared to comment as much as you could have. Shame on you producing such heartfelt poetry, Bee. Quit hiding under the covers, you should get out more often.
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22nd Mar 2010 7:39pm
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24th Mar 2010 5:12pm
I enjoyed this - i can close my eyes and feel the thing's you discribe clearly.
Anonymous
24th Mar 2010 7:55pm
with a clear and structured rhyme scheme which doesn't intrude on the central meaning. Your evocation of fear is dark and haunting. Fantastic.
29th Sep 2010 9:15pm
"The feathers that once rest my head,
Now kiss a punctured eye."
In a dry sort of...Monty Python way, I thought that was a very funny two lines. In general, though, you pulled that strict rhyme scheme off very well...basically what Jack said. As he is almost always right. Good show! [:
Now kiss a punctured eye."
In a dry sort of...Monty Python way, I thought that was a very funny two lines. In general, though, you pulled that strict rhyme scheme off very well...basically what Jack said. As he is almost always right. Good show! [:
14th Jan 2011 6:16pm
I loved this, I saw your piece on the ABC comp. and thought I had to check out your work. You're very good. Well done. I like this alot, it's very clever.
