Lightning
casts
a silhouette.
from the fiery
glare.
A figure
burned to my eye,
but no one
is stood there.
A spectre,
seeking solace
from the pouring rain?
Or perhaps someone hidden
out of view?
Perspectives warping
my tired brain.
I wish I knew.
I wish I was with you.
You would know, if it was real,
if it was true.
Or just my eyes,
blurred from tears
that I've cried
too many times,
warping the truth.
A silhouette. Most definitely stood.
My mind is clear, I swore.
It was definitely here.
I know what I saw.
But why? I wonder out loud.
Hearing my echoed voice,
startling my trembling ears.
A shadow staining
the atmosphere.
A portent of something,
lurking near.
A warning.
Run. Get out of here.
Begone.
Or just the lies
of a my mind playing tricks
on wimpering eyes of fear.
Does it stand with ill content?
Looking upon me with vicious contempt.
Does it see a victim? Or someone
who will stand up to him?
Can it sense my fear?
Does it linger like perfume vapour
towards this atmospheric neighbour.
Or am I just losing my mind?
Left somewhere far behind,
on a bar top,
drowning amongst the beer slops.
Back when time was called
and the endless ticking finally stopped.
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