Spasms of shyness
dot my way,
blotting my socials with doom.
No eye contact, I,
so I weave briskly by --
as though there were too little room.
Comes on like a seizure,
this mute social "sneezure":
"God bless me!" -- I pray for a word ...
anything! or may I sing?
"Help me!" heart begs, whispering --
yet only my "sneezure" is heard.
Written by me on October 30, 2021.
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