Athazagoraphobia (An Inspired Poem)

Description: "The fear of being forgotten by your loved ones can be really painful. We all have at least once in our life felt rejected, ignored or unwanted. Imagine the plight of people who go through such feelings all their lives." (Source)

Definition: "Athazagoraphobia is an intense or irrational fear of being forgotten, or of forgetting someone or something. It may also include a fear of being ignored or replaced." (Source)

(Philosocom's Directory on Fear)

(Background music)

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There isn't much to do,

Other than see it through,

That the world shall hear,

Of my name, not due to you!

So hear what I wish to attain,

What I so crave to gain:

Unlike you, I can be forgotten,

So I claim: Rubinshtein!

You've ignored me,

In these lonely hallways,

So I will make the world see,

I can commit World Relevancy!

So hear what I wish to attain,

What I so crave to gain:

Unlike you, I can be forgotten,

So I claim: Rubinshtein!

You thought it would do,

Your ignoring? Please.

Your own "helping",

Birthed a compulsive nemesis!

So hear what I wish to attain,

What I so crave to gain:

Unlike you, I can be forgotten,

So I claim: Rubinshtein!

They say it is unhealthy,

To cling so deep.

But each new connection,

Gives my joy such a tip!

So hear what I wish to attain,

What I so crave to gain:

Unlike you, I can be forgotten,

So I claim: Rubinshtein!

I am not a narcissist,

I'm not even that important!

And because of this,

I am driven to persist!

So hear what I wish to attain,

What I so crave to gain:

Unlike you, I can be forgotten,

So I claim: Rubinshtein!

Being so faceless,

Have haunted me for years!

Even if logically baseless,

It's my greatest of fears!

So hear what I have to say,

You soon-to-be-a-wife!

My success, will be how you'll pay,

Not much love in my life!

I thank you so,

For bringing this up!

Now I have a lifetime, and a song,

To prove you wrong!

You've done all the required mistakes,

And now I thank you so,

Dozens of years, they will take,

To serve, your own, cake!

A lifetime of work,

Can be left in the dust!

I don't care I live like a monk,

A greater audience is a "must"!

I am aware I am obsessive,

But it runs deeply in my mind!

Of one's potential, I am possessive,

To deliver it to humankind!

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Post-Poem Ruminations

My name was never Tom with a Teth... I gave her my first book, and she still did not remember... my name.

And to think I trusted a stranger so naively; A stranger, I deluded myself, that knows me. I "mustn't" commit the same mistake once more. I must plan more carefully.

I prefer a life of solitude, more than having someone who can pretend you do not exist, once more. A boycott of one, back then, only to fail at helping me.

Backstabbing... is such a regular feature in our lives.

I'll try making sure I won't betray others, myself.