Stalked 5/26/2015
People don’t know
And they don’t ask
Even though they fear it
And feel it
In their heart.
Maybe it’s because
They would rather pretend
As we are all trained to ignore
The elephant in the room
And the bones under the floor.
Some days, all can seem well
But the strange heaviness
Always remains
The extra sensory perception
Of intensifying pressure.
Growing stronger every day
And straining under our feet
Until the rocks give way
And the pressure is released
In a bloody spasm.
Sometimes we keep going
Because we forget
But in the end we survive
Because we remember.
Everything was good
And I felt such pleasant contentment
Thinking that I was lucky
And that I was immune.
Safe enough to be indulged
Without rivals or care
Easing back on the beach
With my hands behind my head.
Drifting in a day dream
As I rested on the beach
Feeling the sun on my face
And the surf in my ear.
But pride is our ruin
And jealousy like a dagger
Puncturing the heart
And severing the spine.
Unaware, we are vulnerable
And, as our eyes become heavy
We tempt the tiger
As an easy kill
Fresh and dumb.
Never sleeping,
And ever alert
Always watchful,
And stalking
I thought I had, all I needed
And I dreamed that I was safe
But no one ever is
And no one ever was.
Evil was crouching
And waiting in the bush
Tensing the sinews
And drooling from the mouth.
Pouncing, at just the right moment
And sinking teeth, into flesh
Ripping and tearing
To kill and eat.
Some wounds, you can see
But others, you cannot
But all, are just as real,
And just as deadly.
My body survived,
But my spirit was crushed
Broken, splintered
And shattered on the sand.
Deflated and limp
I was drug in the bush
Offered up to the scavengers
To devour
And defile.
Now, I fight to stay awake
And sit upright in my chair
Remembering how it felt
To relax and rest my head.
Watching others
And watching the world
Drifting off again and again
And wishing we were awake.
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