‘Suffering from Anthropophobia…’
I close the windows and my door
Deep is my fear of discovery
It’s long past the walking hours
And I still do hear their howls
Voices and noises, their words
They rip me apart, let me bleed
Close my eyes, ears, and I sob
Pray their fangs don’t find me
When sun pours, the door opens
And in, in walk them, hoards
Of morning walkers, their eyes
Cruel, thirsty, lies sharp tipped
Words, fined to daggers, designed
To stab through my heart and kill
They suck my soul, gossip in my
Tears, cruel fingers poke & prod
The horror of vampires, or ghosts
My fear of them, long gone
Oh, but, these people who are alive
I fear them, a fear that’s bone deep
And I close my windows and doors
And pray they don’t come back…
© Ada
Stardust Diaries 