Grey Rock

"Grey Rock" I am just a Grey Rock. With all the rest I blend To keep away a narcissist, an enemy not a friend. If I remain uninteresting, unattractive, and dull, I am like a stalk of corn with no corn to hull. A Grey Rock attracts no attention to a narc's eye And therefore, won't be fodder for a narc's supply, Which, for their survival, they require upon to feast, To fill in their black hole, they have from satan, leased. A narcissist needs drama to feed on and thrive, Along with flying monkeys to keep their goals alive, Of destroying others to give themselves a lift. Otherwise, through life, they aimlessly will drift. So, if I seem rather quiet, in the background, faded, It's to stay in the shadows, where I am and feel shaded. From time to time I'll be more than a Grey Rock in a pile, But solitude brings me a peaceful living style. Perhaps, the narcissist, who's been stalking me for years Will become very bored and afflicted with the drears, When he finds he is being no longer entertained, Because my presence by him cannot be obtained. Since technology enables him to my life, invade, Being just a Grey Rock, blended, in the shade, Disables his intrusion by squelching his desire. Where there are no sparks, there can be no fire. Being dull, unattractive, boring, unappealing, Has been peacefully rewarding and too, revealing. A Grey Rock, from a narc, attracts no attention. Hence, all the more reason to pursue this intention. Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2019-02-23 11:08:00 (EST) All rights reserved.