Poetry: “Phobia”
By Kira Budge, 17
New Mexico
Art by Gracie Gralike, 19
Missouri
You don't know what it's like.
Don't say that you're afraid.
This thing
It is a cage, not a fear.
It is hard wired prison doors
On concrete slabs of shadow.
Don't pretend that you know.
I run and my voice sends sirens
Warning everyone to hide
But there is nowhere to go.
Terror comes in all my dreams.
I cannot leave the house.
There is nothing, but
IT.
Stalking.
Waiting.
IT.
When they force me
To walk in daylight
And face the horror waiting
There is only
IT,
Surrounded by red and black and
Beating heart.
Sweating hands.
I cannot breathe!
Save me, help me,
Hide me from this nightmare!
Please.
This is more than your worst fear.
It broke me down and smashed me to
A billion teeny pieces.
I will never be the same, even now that I am
Free, but
It was worth it.
Do you see me
In all my strength, my living?
You have to be beaten apart
To grow, to become someone
Like me.
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I love the depth and creative nature of this poem! Nice work, Kira.
Love this poem
Brilliant poem, it reminds me of Marina Abramovik, she believes that in order to learn about yourself and grow as a person you must do things you don't want to do, it is simply too easy to do something you want to do, and i agree. I love this poem!
good work for phobia, kiran
love ittttttttttttttttttt...........................
i just loue this poem because I feel that it gives you a good sense of life and wanting to keep that sense of life, in that I mean by the fact that I as a person has to go through things, just to be able to grow and also not to be the same person . That you maybe say were before.
Wow. THIS IS VERY IMPRESSIVE! Keep writing! Quite intense and thOught provoking.
VERY NICE WORK KIRA... REALLY IT SAYS A LOT ABOUT HOW TO HANDLE A SITUATION. REALLY GOOD ONE.
An imediate reaction of fear flowed through me, I was hanging on your every word. When I say the poetry paints a picture in the readers mind, you created something that was amazing; a fealing. I felt that I was the one that was fearing "IT". The way you structured your sentances was brilliant. Keep writing!