Figured I’d post the rest of my journal entries on here gradually.
With haunting eyes
you stalk my every move –
You smile when I smile,
and frown when I frown,
but lately all I’ve felt is down –
Eyes brown as the dirt you laid me down on,
Piercing like the animals that slither and slay on.
Down, down, I dig
A ditch for my body,
My soul, my last breath
When all is too late,
I realize that those haunting eyes -