The Eye
They’re watching I can feel it.
It watches when I sit,
When I speak,
When I breathe.
I catch glimpses in the corner of my eye,
In the dead of night.
Even in the light,
I cannot escape their sight.
It’s haunting,
Its very presence is daunting.
When they’re close I hear static,
My mind goes frantic.
as i panic.
in silence…
For no one can feel it but me.
This entity is in my home,
But I must face it alone.
I wish it would let me be.
But I cannot be angry,
As I prepare to say goodbye
After all, I was never safe from the eye.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
