My Dear

Creeping, hidden fears,

My anxiety quickens,

My heart runs miles.

Is someone following me?

You are paranoid, my dear.

Dark, rainy nights,

The winds blow,

The lights blurry,

The streets are too quiet.

You are not safe, my dear.

Crunchy autumn leaves,

Freezing swirls of freshness,

Life disappears from their eyes.

Go home, my dear.