Stalker
Every morning when I wake there she is through the window,
Standing with her eyes open wide,
Not moving or walking, standing still in a gown,
In the cold that’s the morning outside,
In the winter with ice, with wind and with chill,
She stares, her eyes I can see,
Her eyes are jet black on her face that is white,
Her eyes that force me to re-
Define my own world, my moment of now,
Check on the things that I feel,
Check on how much she’s forcing my Me,
To figure out what’s even real.
Every morning when I wake I see her outside,
And I know she stands in my mind,
Because when I wake I remember each day,
That I can’t see because I am blind.
For Silent One's Stalker contest, written 8th November 2017.
Awarded 2nd place
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