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PHOBIA TWO

Eyes open, I lay awake.
It is night.
An irregular sound and my heart twitches--
But it's only these nine year old walls
Whispering (as they always do) about
Better times when--
Another sound downstairs ...
The wind or perhaps a shrub paw
Tapping a cold window.
Maybe a thief
Or deranged murderer.
I close my eyes (A courageous thing to do
While the world falls apart), while
From outside a crawling sound.
A creepy crawly something
Why do I torment myself
I know deep down that it's
Nothing. Though I shouldn't say it's
Nothing. It might turn out to
Be something.
Pessimism bears less
Chance of probable actuality.

I put my robe on.

st~v~n ROhhman