Confessions of a Monophobic

The days go by

Fluently and facilely

The people who love her

And the people she loves

Hem her 

In ardour and amity

As the sun is high

So is the thin line

Of her pink lips

Curved up at its edges

To make her face gleam 

Red from the summer heat

And glowing because of the people she meets
 

As the bolt of her door

Appears in front of her sight

In the dead of the night

Her fears envelope her 

And try to drown her

In a dark cloud she can't escape from

Her bouts of loneliness

And helplessness

When she has no work to do

And not a single soul to talk to

Her demons slowly crawl out

From that space

Where she buried them

For the sake of the happy daylight

The people of the world

In dreamland and repose

But her nocturnal mind

Doesn't let her succumb 

To the weakness called tranquillity 

As she sits upright

The realization hits her

Straight in the lungs

Like a strong blow

As the wind rushes out of her carcass

She gasps for air

Fumbles for a breath

Her anxious eyes darting 

In search of somebody, anybody

But all she can see

Is the pitch of darkness

That penetrates her being

And she fathoms 

That her worst enemy is herself

She's in wrong company

When she's all by herself