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