In the dark he watches.
All the fires of hell in his eyes.
He watches me.
Over my bed he stalks.
Mumbling nonsense for none to hear.
Why is he here?
Is he here?
Was he here?
My mind says no, but my heart says otherwise.
The WatcherA Poem by Jordan Punga
© 2009 Jordan PungaAuthor's Note
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