All Eyes On Me

All eyes on me

Or so it feels

Lurking in the shadows, cautiously observing

It's that nagging feeling of something unnerving

It's above my logic and beyond my imagination

Past all comprehension, defying any explanation

Its gaze wraps around my senses, tightening its grip around my mind

A lingering sensation of something waiting behind

Never fully present

Yet never fully gone

Resting in silence, pleased with itself

Long after dawn

It's not human, it's abnormal

It's not earthly, nor is it mortal

It's never been born, neither has it died

Its (non?)existence is only implied

Unease is casting illusions I never knew I had

Leaving me restless, my view clouded with fright

Searching for answers in anything in sight

How to face this entity, whose threat is so hard to grasp?

How to catch a shadow, when I am frozen in silent gasp?

How can I be ready for fight or for flight?

Be prepared, with my senses impaired?

This thing…the invisible…

Cannot be watched if it doesn’t want to be seen

Neither can it be tasted, though its bitterness remains

Nor can it be touched, so foreign, it should not be felt

Cannot be heard if it’s more silent than death itself

So that raises the question:

How to turn around when my courage has faded

When uncertainty is my weakness, and every thought is invaded?

Well….

When the worlds are blurred and nothing makes sense

Even in a room flooded with light, yet thick with suspense

When sanity is low and paranoia runs high

The answer is simple:

You don’t ask why and you don't turn around to face it

Eye to eye