Fear Ii

A flashback, an illusion, a trick of the eye A bird overhead in the oppressive sky. That feeling you are somehow never alone The empty voice when you pick up the phone. The hairs on your skin sit up and begs Trousers sit tight to sweaty cold legs. The urge to run and find peace in escape The need still to stay, heart quickens it’s pace. Triggered by guilt or emotions or you Fear is the driver that chases me through