Fear

You've seen him differently in all your days
Sometimes on a hot noon
He’d stand at the edge of a rooftop
Hanging dangerously low
In a skyline melting
With childhood colours.

Sometimes he’d slink toward you
In a dark alley
Winding down a youth
You could have never dreamed of.

Once he stopped you on a busy road
Jam-packed with noise and smells
Cars swerving to avoid
The collision.
A collapse.

He looked you in the eye and said
“Do not fear me.”