Eyes in the distance

 

I see eyes in the distance

of my unconscious mind,

menacingly

they glare at me,

but still appear so far away.

I'm paralysed

by fear.

I imagine a fang-filled smile,

stretched unnaturally

ear to ear.

 

The eyes in my

subconscious world

reappear

a little clearer.

Getting nearer.

Now a shadow outlines

the figure of fear,

misty clouds stain the air,

making everything else unclear,

but I think I recognise

a deepening woodland

with chain link fence,

that I'm stood within.

Body rigid and tense.

 

In the lethargic corner of my head,

The eyes have now slammed closed,

I want to climb under covers

and hold my dear love close,

smear the outlines

of my own mind doorways

and keep the figure safely at bay.

But I stand alone,

legs rooted deep

like a tree,

no way to move,

nowhere to flee.

 

I feel hot breath

rotten, stagnant.

A rank companion

to the wretched figure

smothering my face.

Eyes closed tight

from this midnight ordeal.

If I can't see them

then the fear is not real

and its groping tendrils

can't take over me.

 

The figure emits a shrill,

piercing screech.

My feet need to stretch.

Despairing to run,

but I'm tangled down deep,

no air in my lungs.

My eyes itch, peeling back

to see the yellow/green eyes

peering deeply inside of me,

into my soul, tearing it open.

A hole left in the universe

of my mind.

 

 

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