The Stalker

A shadowy whisper

whenever I can

informs me I can’t

 

doubts planted once

like seeds

so small

only souls can seem them

 

dormant like little stones

they lie in shadow

unseen but there

unsprouted but there

unsprung but there

only I know

 

and so I think

I can

and so one root

and then another

spring from stones

to suck my strength

and grow to crush

this hope I have

 

and stones grow

become rocks

and doubts grow

become certainty

I can’t

 

I sit down again

and the rocks

again become pebbles

roots wither

to nothing but memory

and doubts recede

again into shadow

 

stalking again

August 1996

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