~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ STALKER (3)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was bright, sparkling, fresh as the dawn
Eyes glistened, ears listened with joy
He was dark, musty, bitterness born
And he saw in my laughter a ploy

Did I hurt, then, unwittingly? Maybe I did
He seemed kind; I was blind to his pain
Unaware of the trap into which I then slid
While the mirror mocked, I was too vain

Was his hurt then too public? Well maybe that’s true
Rage glowered and flowered too soon
And victimisation, of course, did ensue
He fed terror and dread by the spoon

I was scared then, cowering, soft in the dark
Chopped liver, I quivered in fear
He was strong, emboldened, brave as a shark
With the same ghastly grimacing leer

For a while I was damaged, seemed like a year
But the lesson he taught me so well:
While I’m stronger now I have conquered the fear
He lives on in his own private Hell

copyright by Dawn