Eyes are staring at my back
I can feel them but not look back
Feeling its shadow all the time
Yet disappears when I feel it is too near
No matter where I go, I cannot escape
Never seen but I know it’s there
Its presence follows me everywhere
Even if I attempt to look, nothing is around me
Still, I cannot shake its presence from my mind
It is nowhere to find a special kind
Still the chill is felt everywhere
In the room and in the chair
Only if it goes away
Yet it trails with no avail
Where will I get my rest with it now
What will stop it now
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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