The Watchers
They guess that I'm unaware.
But I realize who's lurking there.
Watching every move I dare,
Breathing with each breath I bear.
The apples from the tree do tell,
As they rot where they fell.
The footsteps in the night do creak.
As they wander where I sleep.
I feel the eyes upon my back.
As I walk along the track.
The hairs on my neck stand tall,
As I hear the whispered call.
But who is this that follows me?
A friend or foe, I cannot foresee.
Their presence brings both fear and dread.
As I lie awake in bed.
So I will wait and watch with care.
And grasp the comments they may bear.
In the finale, I'll realize the truth.
And find the courage to break loose.
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