Fear From Invible Enemy Poem by Aida Roque

I swallowed fear, creating a butterfly
in my stomach. It created thunders
and lightning in my chest and a seismic
movement disorder, shaking my body,
when facing crowds, without mask.

I live with fear, fighting the devil, that
doesn't exist. My body produces beads
of cold sweat, it dehydrated my body.
A disturbing panic attack of anxiety
kept bugging me from obsessive cleaning.

I'm suffocated with fear and I can't
breath, wearing mask, wherever I'm
out and rebreathing my own Co2.
Night and day, I live in fear, my
sweat and tears, soaking my fear.

I'm dying with fear, every time the
curves of casualties, rising. the beast
will continuously hunting even my
dreams. So, I stop watching news,
that threaten my peaceful living.

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