A brush with fear.
In starbucks
She danced around me with disgust
Her fear, revealing in plume of red mist.
Lumps began to appear in the pits of her worried limbs.
Any minute now, she would fall to the ground, into a mischief of rats and oriental fleas.
My frustration grew like a tidal wave of fire
I wanted to ring her neck, to scream into her face
"It wasn't the brush with my parasitic skin, it was your fear that morphed into physical pain
I may have invaded your personal space, but I am not the plague you need worry about
It's fear, you wear it on your skin, like a robe of buboes
I can see you now, sitting in front of the television, twenty four hour news channel
GRIM".
How can she escape this, when her mind has decided to give in.
I held my blistered tongue that day.
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Some people are so scared of others at the moment. I walked past a masked man a few weeks back ...it was a narrow path and so I walked out onto the road (it was clear, I did check) to keep a good two metres distance...but the guy literally threw himself over someone's garden wall to get way from me. (I wasnt coughing or anything). So weird...poor guy must of been suffering from a hell of a lot of anxiety! So I can sort of relate to this poem of yours, Gerard x
I honestly thought this woman had caught the plague, it was crazy.
Anxiety is a terrible disease but if I had an Oscar in my pocket, she was getting it.
Thanks for reading X.
Hahaha... You're welcome x
HOW DO YOU OVERCOME FEAR ?
" Forget About, IT !! " :) :)
I wish it was that easy, take it easy my friend.