Fearful of the Light
The man was angry, had been for a long while
Waiting for someone to get the brunt of it
Did not realize all he had to do was step into the light
Was fearful of it; had seen it several times. Scared to try.
The house began to deteriorate around his rage.
Depressed, he slept for many years.
The house was unrecognizable upon his return.
Mice and raccoons had taken over.
They did not scare easily which enraged him.
He figured out traps for them, but they never worked.
Because no longer of the earth, he was not supposed to be here.
An empath arrived on a Tuesday.
She began coming daily – fixing things, mending holes.
The varmints left, which made the man feel better.
He liked her at first but then she sensed him and began trying to counsel him.
That made him unbelievably angry. How dare she!
He began to plot her death.
He killed her over and over and over in her sleep.
She felt it too, because she was an empath.
She left on a Tuesday.
He never sent to the light.
And he is waiting for you.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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