The who, what, why ?

I see you
you watch me
from the corner
of your eye

As I slip
through the shadows
you wonder
who ?
and what?
and why?

I follow
your every movement
gaze fixed
I never blink

If you ever turn
to face me
back to the other side
I will sink.

I am a demon
from the after life
or a piece of grit
in the corner of your eye

I am a phantom
of your imaginings
or a lost soul
that once did die

Curiosity and fear
torment you
as they battle for
control

Three questions
never answered
as your fragile life
I stole.

©spor

blind side .

through dark eyes you view me
unable to see the good
shaded to the light
wholly willing to except bad
you take me for what you see
not who i  am
i resist not
to be taken at all is a luxury
others often miss
as they sit like a wilting wall flower
waiting
i am what i am
not who i am
for you.
be who you are
for you not me
it makes no difference
for i am blind.

©spor

At This Time Of Year

At this time of year,
we think of those we love,
we think of those who have left,
we think of those we have lost,
no matter how hard we try
just gazing at the night sky
brings a tear drop to the eye,
to each and every one
I wish you hope and joy
to each and every girl
and each and every boy.

©spor

Merry Christmas and happy holidays
one and all. it has been a great pleasure to read and share work with you all this year.

In my head.

it is hard to be contented,
when you often feel demented,
there is a wood pecker in my head
and its constantly chipping away.

this constant distraction,
makes difficult for interaction,
and continual repetition
slowly grinds down the day.

the more i try to fight it,
the harder to hide it,
sitting alone and motionless
i cry.

©spor

hope everyone is well. its been i while.
happy Christmas.

the end

hold my hand in yours
look into my weeping eyes
don't leave me alone
please don't let me die.
please don't let me go
i take my last breath