The Invisible Man
A paranoid fear
You cannot see me,
but I can see you.
I will learn what will be
by watching what you do.
What secrets will I steal,
because you don’t know I’m here?
You won’t know what is real,
Just a true, paranoid fear.
Do you feel me in the room?
Do you hear me breathe?
Are you alone in the gloom,
with nothing there to see?
Are you locked in your home,
all safe and snug inside?
Will you ever be alone;
can you find a place to hide?
Are you going to ever be free?
What are you going to do?
You cannot see me,
But I can see you.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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