Where am I?
I'm walking down the street, on the sidewalk,
A normal, everyday scenario.
There are people here with me,
Walking up and down, hurrying here and there
Carrying out the tasks relevant to their daily lives.
There is something odd here,
I can't put my finger on it,
But all of these people going to and fro,
I can't see their faces.
Each one is obscured
By a kind of cloud, a darkness,
An unsettling mist that distorts features,
Obscures identity, minimizes recognition.
It occurs to me that they want to get me.
I can't see it, but I know
They are staring at me as they pass,
Glaring with malevolence and animosity,
Wishing me harm, intending injury,
Plotting the murder of myself.
Suddenly, I am struck by the terror of this,
And I duck into a building only to find
More of the same.
Now there is nowhere to go
But back out into the street.
As I head for the door, there is a mirror
I must pass.
Don't look.
Back in the street, everyone is gone.
All is silence.
I look behind, and ahead, up and down,
And there is no one.
I did this.
