He Never Stops Watching Me
He is always there
He Never Stops Watching Me
He never stops
watching me
his stare bends
through walls
it clings
to the floorboards
it seeps
into my veins
I close my eyes
he is there
behind the lids
behind the dark
shaping dreams
into prisons
a shadow
that knows my pulse
a voice
that never speaks
his gaze drips
down my spine
pools in my bones
when I move
he moves
when I hide
he finds
patience endless
hunger patient
he waits
at the edge of thought
he sits
in the doorway of breath
I have prayed
for blindness
for deafness
for silence
but his sight
is stitched in me
my skin
carries his mark
mirrors return
not my face
but unblinking eyes
watching
watching
never ending
never stopping
now they call it
a top story
my fear
in headlines
my silence
in print
but their ink
is too thin
it cannot
hold his gaze
the page folds
the world turns
but he remains
watching me
never ending
never stopping
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
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