Phobias (poem)

I have a phobia, you know of it well

Whenever it burdens me I can feel it swell.

I have a phobia though it cannot be seen

If I was you, and you were me, you’d know what I mean.

It is not Chromophobia, or that of color

Though darkness in itself may become fuller.

It is not Chiematophobia, or that of the cold

Though we all approach it when we get too old.

It is not that of Eisophobia, or that of mirror’s

Though the color can be found in many of our river’s.

It is not Nyctophobia, or that of darkness

But it does involve some nocturnal blackness.

It is not Thanatophobia of that of death

Yet it is a place that you would be drawn of breath.

It is not Traumatophobia, that of injury or wounds

Though to be in this place only the darkness swoons.

It is not Tapho’, Phobo, Demono’, Belone’ or Hypno’

I feel at this time you are really dying to know.

I have a Phobia, you know of it well

It is that of Apeirophobia, that of Infinity I can tell,

Where the soul goes on a jetting one way flight

You see I am a shooting star and I fly within the night.

© Marcus De Storm 2011

Note* From 1990-1993 my submitting of this Poem Piece was sent to many Tabloid Presses (National Newspapers) and Magazines, to which it was rejected for being "Non-Categorised". Today, with all my Blogs, Websites and other such Conduits "Phobias 1" is most remembered by all my Family and Friends as being one of the best pieces next to "The World Is A Stage". My hope is that people will like it, but above all else recognise it in the Category that it is in - Poetry.