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Sunday, 30 December 2012

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