He's right behind me,
lurking like a snake;
I can see him moving.
Memories swim through me like
parasites ready to feed.
I remember what was stolen from me;
is that you I see? Are you my thief?
My stomach drops,
heat rushes through my skin;
pores produce a cold sweat.
He's watching me,
touching me with his deranged mind.
His hands painted with putrid sin.
I turn around-
Have I finally begun to lose my mind?
Insanity sets in;
It suits me well.
••This poem is the second part of my series on "The Fear of darkness " . Please, all your honest comments, criticism, & observations are paramount to E-smiles.• •