Sidelined

They don't want to stay close to me; shunned I am like a leper in the streets. They look at me like a curse or vomit spat from the heavens by the gods. Shops, restaurants and hospitals quickly lock their doors, whenever they hear or smell me. They tremble if I mention their names or members of their household; they feel like how disloyal ancient Egyptian noblemen felt when their names were eliminated from all records; meaning no afterlife... No one wants to know when a bullet train will hit a concrete wall, or leap off its rails; no one wants to know when they will accidentally swallow a fish-bone, during a random dinner; no one wants to be told that his partner had been making a stage play for a marriage..... Everyone wants to live in peace, without knowing the future or his fate; life is much easier that way. No one wants a prophet of doom close....