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Anthropophobia
('90 / America)

Anthropophobia

I walk into the teeming room
Brimming with people
It seems to me
That it must be
They all turn to stare at me.

I walk down sidewalks cleanly swept
Walk through grass so finely clipped
It seems to me
That it must be
Other walkers turn to stare at me.

I drive through crowds of thronging faces
Filling the street with furtive cliques
It seems to me
That it must be
They all turn to stare at me.

I walk into the lonely wood
Where trees like towers gently rise
It seems to me
That it must be
Here there are none to stare at me.

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Comments (2)

That's beautiful Sophia, You expressed the feeling nicely and I am happy that I could identify it with myself going into the woods. With your permission I have used it in my blog at http: //cmonletsplantatree.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-walk-into-lonely-wood-poem-by-sophia.html
how about Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia? ? when are you gonna write about that? ? -landrey