Watcher in the Dark
the power of an unwanted gaze...
He's watching me...
The hairs on my neck alert
Body tense, gripped
Buds of sweat beading at my forehead,
Breath hitched.
He's watching me.
It's origin escapes me,
When I first felt him
Pondering my frame,
Dragging his gaze across my face,
My chest, my legs,
Drinking me in,
Stabbing, painful, a knife in the night.
Does he hate me? Want me?
Want to taste me?
Is he lusting? Leering? Jeering? Fearing me?
Why won't he just come up to me?
Why must he harass from afar?
Why must he cower and coward
At my expense?
I overthink, but I cannot shake my
Apprehension.
I fear for what I do not know,
I feel the grip of tension.
His eyes like oceans I swim and drown in,
His mind a pure corruption.
I wish, I fret, I cry aloud
Leave me!
Free me!
Unshackle me from the priorities of your
Perverse gaze!
Peace,
The one thing I hope to achieve,
My remedy, my potion
Will be mine
Soon.
One simple task,
One quick command,
Deny instinct and grasp the priorities.
Forget the boy,
The Watcher in the Dark.
Forget them all,
And ash the past.
About the Creator
Zach Bright
Writing is my escape, my heaven and safe haven. It's saved my life and given me an outlet for expression more times than I can count. I hope my reflections can resonate with you, and find a safe space in your heart.
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