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Agoraphobia
Dark, sacred night
tumbling in my grave
entrapped in my tomb
imprisoned in my coffin
Captive in
my room.
Fear of the outside
people and places
haunting and taunting
me, left for dead
Afraid of the outside.
Hostage
to my own fears
held silently by paranoia
bound and gagged by worry
People lurk at every corner
Crystine R Alvarez
Copyright ©2005 Crystine Rebecca Arionne Alvarez
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Walk In Closet
My soul is open,
for all to see
the
pain i have inside
The drama is me
My soul is empty
Giant and bare and
Like my walk-in closet
You
took everything there
You came as you pleased
and took a piece of me when you'd gone
And you gave me no warning
Just left me teary eyed; forlorn
the lyricist
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