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Phobia
by Chris Sorrenti
And so old ‘friend’
we meet once more
just you and I
and the audience before us
but this time
who will win?
Not one to hate
for you I make the exception
recalled
the missed opportunities
sleepless nights
‘fight or flight’
running away with me
you
from them
No one to blame but myself
you say
true
but you underestimate
for “I am where I belong”
says a new voice
warm and friendly
drowning out your panic
in a whisper
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09/14/2017 Posted on 09/14/2017
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 09/17/17 at 12:25 PM Yeah, writing is an indulgence - reading is a running conflict, voiced convincingly here. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/19/17 at 02:03 AM Man, can I relate to years of this fear. I like how you name it "friend", a familiar side kick one might like to kick. Nice resolution in this one with that inner dialogue displaying a real quiet strength. Thanks for this. |
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