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EACH WALKED YARD

Posted by kheldar on February 11, 2011 - 16:49
from the ABC set THE INNER CONDITION

My walk to work leads out of town
With every step my mood dips down,
The shift ahead looms ever hard…
Anxiety grows with each walked yard.

I work four hours in a shop
So why does my demeanour drop?
The work itself is not so hard…
Anxiety grows with each walked yard

It's human contact I most fear
The fault is mine of that I'm clear,
To interact's so very hard…
Anxiety grows with each walked yard.

Across the river, up the hill
The fear in me grows stronger still,
I persevere, but god it's hard….
Anxiety grows with each walked yard.

One last turn, the shop is there
I will not bow, I'll not despair,
My mind is set, my will is hard…
There yet remains just one walked yard.
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COPYRIGHT DM PAMMENT 11th FEBRUARY 2011

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Comments

skinner_jennifer | February 11, 2011 - 18:27

Hi kheldar,

I can relate to this poem, I think there are alot
of people out there that feel the same way, you
have definitely described the feelings very well,
yes it can be agonising, to have to interact with
people, at times.

You are not on your own.

Jenny.

kheldar | February 11, 2011 - 20:19

Thank you Jenny for your supportive words, I'm pleased the words managed to convey, for you at least, the thoughts behind them.

Thanks again,

David :--) xx

SundaysChild | February 11, 2011 - 21:01

I think this is brilliant. Very much enjoyed.

kheldar | February 11, 2011 - 21:05

Wow! Thanks SundaysChild. Glad you liked it.

kheldar :--)

SundaysChild | February 11, 2011 - 21:46

No probs. Gets my vote for poem of the week.

Kahdai | April 14, 2011 - 15:12

this sounds how I used to be now out of agoraphobi I think try not to go back ito habit K

kheldar | April 14, 2011 - 19:03

thanks for reading Kahdai, i hope you continue to kick the habit!

:--) xxx

Kahdai | April 18, 2011 - 20:25

yep me to ta :)