inspired by, for
~EvelynYiningChen~
who wrote
https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5305604/the-night-phobic-im-pro-vising
~~
The term for the fear of phobias (or the fear of fear itself) is phobophobia
<~>
Nyctophobia
(and the others, too)
are an extreme, irrational fear of the dark or night-time,
not necessarily a result of living in Nyc, (whew!)
often stemming from a fear of the unknown or potential threats rather than
darkness itself
but!
there are other practical phobias;
If, you have in your possession,
a childlike fear of monsters under the bed (teraphobia),
serial killers in the closet (foniasophobia),
werewolves at the door (lycanthrophobia)
and ghosts, well, everywhere (phasmophobia)
you are diagnoseable,
and maybe a treatment is available,
no joking matter,
one takes your phobias most sincerely,
me?
nine or none,
that I know of,
the monsters in my closeted mind,
are by now old familiar friends,
their threats are customary fare,
that govern my
pseudo~sleeping hours and
clumpy brackets or rest disrupted
walk the house in a moonless deep country dark,
a self~challenge to see if one can make it safely to
the couch without k-nocking into obstacles
that appear overnight,
sensitized to the occasional gleams that portend danger ahead
and self-mock my asinine, silly heroic efforts to keep the bright light
of my Apple 12 cellphone
locked, forgone,
a male pretense
of ouch! toughness…
***
there are humans
and therefore,
there are flaws,
and the flaws live along a
continuum
of silly to deadly
seriously
but
if
you can grin and learn
bare & yet bear it, and still bewarey of it
knowing that your rationality
is superior,
and of course,
acknowledge
it
then
perhaps someday,
you will address them as:
faux~be-~a~gone
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 10:45 AM UTC
inspired by, for
~EvelynYiningChen~
who wrote
https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5305604/the-night-phobic-im-pro-vising
~~
The term for the fear of phobias (or the fear of fear itself) is phobophobia
<~>
Nyctophobia
(and the others, too)
are an extreme, irrational fear of the dark or night-time,
not necessarily a result of living in Nyc, (whew!)
often stemming from a fear of the unknown or potential threats rather than
darkness itself
but!
there are other practical phobias;
If, you have in your possession,
a childlike fear of monsters under the bed (teraphobia),
serial killers in the closet (foniasophobia),
werewolves at the door (lycanthrophobia)
and ghosts, well, everywhere (phasmophobia)
you are diagnoseable,
and maybe a treatment is available,
no joking matter,
one takes your phobias most sincerely,
me?
nine or none,
that I know of,
the monsters in my closeted mind,
are by now old familiar friends,
their threats are customary fare,
that govern my
pseudo~sleeping hours and
clumpy brackets or rest disrupted
walk the house in a moonless deep country dark,
a self~challenge to see if one can make it safely to
the couch without k-nocking into obstacles
that appear overnight,
sensitized to the occasional gleams that portend danger ahead
and self-mock my asinine, silly heroic efforts to keep the bright light
of my Apple 12 cellphone
locked, forgone,
a male pretense
of ouch! toughness…
***
there are humans
and therefore,
there are flaws,
and the flaws live along a
continuum
of silly to deadly
seriously
but
if
you can grin and learn
bare & yet bear it, and still bewarey of it
knowing that your rationality
is superior,
and of course,
acknowledge
it
then
perhaps someday,
you will address them as:
faux~be-~a~gone
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