
Those eyes see me for what I am
Furies' empty sockets' intent
Seizing me, come what may
Circling their prey, circumvent
.
Those eyes saw what I did and when
But when is where I erred so grave
They burn right through me, poker-hot
Cauterizing the fetid pock I save
.
Those eyes watch me as I go
On my fitful way, nonplussed
From being watched so cruelly hence
Now that I've been sussed
.
They follow, pursue, and buy purchase
With hooks, as be, toothed talons
To spin me 'round, eye-to-eye, but still won't blink
My soul betrothed to orphans
.
Once they've seen all they need
To grade me what I am
They'll look for you tomorrow, too
To join me among the damned
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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My substrack at https://substack.com/@drdileo
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