Lynx Jackson

The Agoraphobe’s Regret

This is the story of my life, in poem form, from near the end of highschool, to now. I was poor, living in a trailer with no water and shoddy electric. I was well aware of the fact I had no future, so when I fell in love with an angel, I had no desire to show her my hell. She was the only thing good in my life. The thought of losing her was an overpowering restraint, so we stayed friends. I did something stupid trying to forget my love for her, and screwed my life up even more. For the next near nine-years I was an agoraphobe, for one stretch I didn’t walk through my front door for two-years, and I still lived in a crappy trailer, though a different one. I’ll add in here my grammar skills were quite damaged by my hermitage, so I apologize for any errors. Eventually I found hope—medical marijuana. I used it to clear my mind of the fog I’d been in for years. I eventually sent a love letter of regret to my angel. She is married with kids, and I’ll have to live with the regret of letting that happen my entire life. I hope the words my pain is invoking in me can save someone from making the same mistake. Read this poem and obey!