My Poetry

Just A Person

I take a walk,
To clear my head.
Across the field
Plain and dead.
No one to be seen
Far and wide.
Yet I still feel the need
To hide.

I curl in on myself
And try to walk.
I try to walk down an unused path.
Clear of people and creatures.
All alone
No one in sight.
What a peaceful night.

That's what I thought
Until I look up.
In my line of sight
There's a person in the light.
It appears I've finished my walk
At the end of the field.

There's no way to turn
What if they saw me.
I cant pretend not to go
As that's the way home.

Panic rises in me
Sweaty palms, heavy stomach.
It's just a person
You say under your breath.
Its just a person.

They smile at you
But keep a distance.
That's okay you think.
You try to walk past them
You need to walk past them.

They grab you.
They're not just a person
They're a monster.
Here to take you captive
And force you to be afriad.

They make your palms sweaty, Unsteady breaths,
Heavy stomach and quick heartbeats.

You soon learn the name of the monster.
It doesnt really help.
You're still all alone yet so lonely.

The monster that plagues you
Isnt really there.
But he is
And he's called,
Anxiety.