EACH WALKED YARD

By kheldar

Fri, 11 Feb 2011
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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

Certificate U
THE INNER CONDITION

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
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.

 

Submitted by kheldar on
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

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Submitted by kheldar on
Wow! Thanks SundaysChild. Glad you liked it. kheldar :--)

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

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "

Submitted by kheldar on
thanks for reading Kahdai, i hope you continue to kick the habit! :--) xxx

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Submitted by Kahdai on
yep me to ta :)

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "