Lurking

Statue near Flat Iron building in New York City

Everything seems fine

Still the sense of doom lingers

Sooner or later 

There must be something awful

Fear paralyzes my mind

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52 thoughts on “Lurking

      • Nope, does not. My mum always says to me, ‘we’ll cross those bridges when we get there’. My grandmother had terrible anxiety, or as my family like to say, she was a ‘worrier’. My mum gets irritated about that, and it seems to have skipped a generation haha because I am a ‘worrier’ according to my family while my mum is cool as a cucumber. One has to come up with coping mechanisms!

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  1. Hi again, Victo. I have had MDD for a few years now, and though I do have episodes of sadness, my strongest symptom is a vague but strong feeing of dread. It usuay hits suddenly, out of the blue, and lasts just a matter of some really intense minutes. Your poem resonates within me! Rich

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      • Not to mention the steady diet of fear porn we’re fed every night by the lamestream news, their corporate sponsors, and most of our authoritative institutions. There’s apparently a boogeyman or horrible virus behind every corner, just waiting to pounce on us as we age faster and faster!

        Oh, and lest we forget, we’re deeply flawed sinners, there are soaring rates for disease, the scourge of terrorism awaits on every doorstep, and even our sun is out to get us!

        (Insert eye roll here)

        We might as well just stay in bed, pull the covers over our heads, and wait until the world ends in a flaming ball (which should be any day now).

        πŸ™‚

        Love Always,

        Stargazer

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  2. I see I am in good company. I am the most pessimistic optimist in the world!! I can catrastropize over anything and everything. Worse I am a bit of a psychic so many times my sense of doom is a warning that come true.I try to put everything in God’s hands and that helps.

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  3. Since reaching a certain age, I’ve noticed these episodes immediately precede a hot flash. The good thing is they go away once the flash gets going, and when that’s done, things return to normal. Then there are the (fortunately rare) feelings of dread that come at 4 a.m. Either way, you definitely nailed it!

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  4. Hey Victo,

    Piercing the shadow the tower rises like a beacon of hope and yet the weight of the darkness seems to tether it to the ground. A superb image for the poem.

    The title, ‘Lurking’ keeps me ever vigilant of the shaded figure baring down upon me, whilst my eye gazes in hope of being saved.

    Your poem, short and succinct cuts quickly into the heart of trepidation to leave anxiousness beading on my brow. Thoroughly enjoyed, thank you Victo πŸ™‚

    Hoping all is well and your afternoon one to leave a smile on your dial πŸ˜€

    Namaste πŸ™‚

    DN

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      • Only four exclamation marks…is that a sign of wishful thinking, high hopes or suggestion of desperation? lol πŸ˜€ Come work for my employer Victo and you could be totally exasperated EVERY day!

        I very much hope today has/is being kind and merciful with only small drama to keep it interesting πŸ™‚

        Enjoy your evening.

        Namaste πŸ™‚

        DN

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  5. I shall not fear
    Fear is the mind-killer
    Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration
    I will face my fear
    I will let it pass through and over me
    And when it has passed I will the turn the inner eye to see its path
    Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. And only I will remain.
    The Bene Gesserit litany of fear. Dune. By Frank Herbert.
    πŸ™‚

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