Fear

In anthropophobic journey
destined never to leave my cocoon,
my ordinary life’s empty;
no bliss dare usurp my dark moon.

The contour of my bleak midnight
is filled with arrogant self-sung song.
No doctor can quell my sickness,
for this lion has roamed too long.

Like a hideous zither with
shallow strings stretched far too tight,
time writes my frenetic chorus--
plays impulsive notes in my night.

I have found that to say goodbye
is a rare necessity because
no interaction with this world
finds a path to my deep flaws.

I yield a myopic vision;
no kiss from poetic worldly lips.
I am a lone and steadfast rock--
a xenophobe afraid of trips.

20 lines


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Stories should be no more than 1,000 words and poems no more than 40 lines. Please include the word or line count with your entry.

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All the A to Z words given in the prompt must be included and should be as written in the list.
Word list:
Arrogant
Bliss
Contour
Doctor
Empty
Frenetic
Goodbye
Hideous
Impulsive
Journey
Kiss
Lion
Midnight
Never
Ordinary
Poetic
Quell
Rock
Song
Time
Usurp
Vision
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