The Stalking Place
The Stalking Place
Through the secret, guarded windows
of the soul’s protected space
down the corridors of mania
is a distorted stalking place.
In the midst of strong emotion
passion, envy, hate and love
burns the fire of crazed devotion
something rarely spoken of.
By a mutual attraction
it is hoped that love will grow
to both parties’ satisfaction.
Not with a stalker you don’t know.
Somewhere inside of everyone
their rests a tragic flaw
with a thirst that must succumb
to certain faces we just saw.
Not one thing was ever truer
surely as the sky is blue.
No one appreciates a stalker.
You can’t make someone love you.
11/11/17
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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