March 28, 2017

Silent Scrutiny

I never will find comfort in this silence

Where my every step is amplified

No voices but stares cracked from eyelids

And ears that do listen whilst their figures hide

How is it possible to be scrutinized by relative ghosts

That may breathe just as I do yet inhabit separate realms

They do not eat as I eat and it is my presence that they fear the most

But still I tread here, in silence, alone with them

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