Watching Me
ice cold stare,
Old mans glare
it all makes me..
quite aware.
He tries to hide
but cannot dare
for he is the one
in my layer.
Mommy why is he still standing there?
He won’t leave me.
Winter comes
so does spring
fall passes
summer brings.
every year he stays here.
and never disappears.
one year
he finally came near
i told him it was time
and he pulled out a spindle of wire
and a bottle of wine.
a thimble of twine.
He tied me up
and hung me up on my balcony.
he was very kind.
to give me a sip of some red wine.
I fell asleep.
as peaceful..
as can be.
~ Helena Haku Ulery
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