Lurking

Green, rolling plains welcome me home

I stand amidst the wind and breathe

The brilliantly blue sky beckons me to fly

The soft touch of the grass whispers for me to lie down

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The field is my resting place, part of my journey

The woods lay before me, mountains all around

I hear the ocean licking the shoreline

I can taste the salt in the summer air

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Though I rest, my soul continues restless

There is a presence nearby

It hides in the shadows and hates the light

I know it by name

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I dare not look behind

For I know the trouble that lays there

A dense fog envelopes what was left behind

It suppresses what doesn’t belong

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Fear, anger, agony await

For those who let him in

Destined to do this forever

Never again will I let him win

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I hear his faint voice tugging on my heart

He plays my strings with eloquence

Though tempting, his promises are a lie

His voice breeds hollow cries

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Though I press on in this beautiful valley

I can’t help but drift away

His presence follows me

and calls me by name

~


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4 responses to “Lurking”

  1. […] This poem is a continuation of a previous poem of mine, of which you can find here: Lurking […]

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  2. I hear his faint voice tugging on my heart

    He plays my strings with eloquence

    I love these lines, brilliant poem too!

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    1. Hi, bhuva! I appreciate your words of encouragement. I’m SO glad that you found these words relevant to you! Thank you for stopping by. Blessings!

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