The hot sun
is burning on my back
as I try to escape
the latest attack.
Panic has hit me
without warning
as I went out walking
this beautiful summer’s morning.
Attempting to hide
from people I meet,
drawing inquisitive looks
from those I normally greet.
Seeing me like this
they must think me rude
when in fact it is just me
and my social ineptitude.
Now even when outside
I cannot be sure
my mind is not going to take me
on an unwelcome detour.
👏 always amazed by your talent
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Thank you.
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Amazing poem as always.
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Thsnks
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Awesome
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