A series of events provokes an apprehension.
Are they premonitions? I stagger.
They are phenomena that arise.
Not issues to fret and despair.
I gather the loose ends.
shun the sequences from the mind.
They come back in a periodical frequency
much to my chagrin.
They are hallucinations that haunt me.
Cannot skip the course.
What are they one might speculate?
Nothing significant or deliberate.
They are trivia, persistent
interventions of the kith and kin,
who come behind me
wherever I go, accurate follow
Follow me as a shadow. Copy the moves,
mimic the procedure – a masquerade.
The reflections keep me in constant stress.
I experience a pang, encounter a panic.
Bizarre it echoes.
But it is typical.