Hunter
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
The image of you stalks
Me from the darkness
In the forests of my mind,
Why are you there?
I do not feel afraid
With those void pools
Gazing at me,
Just a little queasy.
Do you see me too?
I do wish that I never
Lay eyes on you?
Then you wouldn’t haunt
The dark recesses of my mind so.
Am I creeping in your mind too?
Or are your eyes still locked
On a different ghost?
I’m not good enough,
What was I thinking!
You are above me
I can only dream of
Reaching your level of being!
© 2019 Wendy Engela