Chilling season

Cowering moments

Medley of circumstance

~

When the world stops

Our reality becomes suspect

An indecisive gesture

~

Walking towards

An active classroom

Should doors open?

~

How many eyes

Will suddenly observe

Every step toward …

~

What if I trip?

Perhaps a sneeze

Watch me cry

~

Seems the season

Is right for peril

Masks consume the night

~

Yet the light of day

Frightens my mind

When asked to reveal

~

Open wounds

Hindered gait

In the eye of my peers

~

I am a ghost

Inside my own

Predicated world

~

Catastrophic tendencies

Prevent security

Night terrors consume

~

My mind as I enter

A room of certain scorn

Is this a God moment?