Maybe its just me,
probably paranoid- like always.
Or maybe the 'para' in paranoid
has some meaning in it in some ways.
It's as if a paranormal component
is lurking in my shadow.
Following behind me,
turn around- then it sinks below.
You can see the discomfort
riding up upon my face.
Incompetent and malfunctioning
is how this haunting really tastes.
There is a chill,
that strikes my spine.
The hairs on my neck stand,
as pointy as a pine.
So now I sit on a bench
in a place unknown.
Never again I hope to get
caught up in a haunting this wrong.