Phobic Poem, by Valiantstar , at My poetic side

Couped up, trapped inside these walls.

I sit here in the dark, I see something crawl!

When I turn on the tele I am utterly appalled.

Can't go near the window, feel I'm gonna fall.

I go out into the street, when all is quite, no one to meet,

Just when I think I might be in luck,

I feel uneasy at the sight of a duck.

Lucky for others, as I can't take a shower,

So I sit here alone and count the hours,

And worry that maybe when I am gone,

Someone might forget, and send some flowers.

Psychologists and pills,

Still no life,

God help me!

I am in strife.

Phobic