The Stalker Behind The Curtain

I know it’s there, it knows I know it’s there. It may even think I care anymore.

But it is not beautiful like reflections of the rain. And it is not brave enough to come through my door.

Stay in your darkened corner with neon lights as I wire your plugs together so in the next round it’s yourself your fight.

Round and round the world goes and it’s such a minute part of it, it’s loss will barely be a blip on to the internet’s pit.

D April 2018

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