Feb 08, 2022 20:57
I feel their eyes upon me
watching, staring
but when I look around
there is no one there.
He introduces himself
by name, with a smile
I hesitate, wondering
if he is who he claims to be.
The woman follows me
clutching her red handbag
I panic
she moves away down another street.
Words in the newspaper
colourful graffiti on the wall
hidden messages
that speak only to me.
Lying in bed at night
I see eyes blinking on the curtains
as black spiders crawl in hundreds
across the white ceiling.
Voices swirl in orbit
laughing and taunting me
are they in my head or not
I only know - there is no one else there.
The world is a mist of confusion
what is real and what is not?
Who knows?
Not I.
writing,
lj idol