The area is crowded,
People pollute the arena,
You move, and they step closer,
Not understanding that you hate their odor,
And that they reek like sulfur.
If you step too close, my scent will paralyze you,
Or even intoxicate you.
Stay away and keep your obscenity,
My odor will wrap you.
You are entrapped,
Now, what can save you?
.
It's too late,
You wanted this,
And desired the purpose,
Now, you've been granted the privilege.
My energy haunts you,
And is seen everywhere you go,
What is following behind you now?
Do you feel claustrophobia?
Keep running,
And perhaps stop talking,
There aren't any more crowded spaces and intolerant people,
Only claustrophobia, as they now understand that you despise the odor.
You look back,
Scared that I will remain there,
The sulfur has exited,
But don't worry, it will forever live there.
It's worse when you're stranded,
Because no one can come near,
Especially against fear,
And remove the phobia.