Escaping the Trap

by Tanzim Parvez

Into a crowded room; draw my breath in

Lower head. Lift. Dart my eyes to and fro

If only the people here were my kin

I’d not feel a desperate need to go


Speaking to people is n’er appealing

Those not so harmless words: “How are you dear?”

One could never imagine the feeling

Just how those words fill me with utter fear


What could help overcome this awful dread?

What can help me free myself of this wrap?

So my thoughts and voice they would hear instead

Speaking, perhaps, would free me from this trap


Who knows, if then, they may know what is real

They’d hear the thoughts I have; the things I feel