I have been chased by
a man with no face
scared and jolted to bits
I run towards
my saving grace
I can’t describe him
nor can I evade him
have been followed by him
until the beginning
of the time they say
He is indescribable
full of contempt,
fearful and
vindictive
He is full of revenge
his language, most foul
has a rent on my body
and a lien on my soul
He can devour my dreams
and can
sniff my weakness
can make the
subtle effort
to break
my moral compass
and turn me spineless
Running and tumbling
I have scraped my knees
and gasping for breath
in this deep abyss
No matter how fast I run
he always seems
to catch up
with his perfunctory
slyness
I get knocked down by
my lust and
insatiable desires
he knows
how to douse
my wishes
or how to start a fire
He is a blur
and has no shape
you get lost in his
labyrinth
of desires
there is no escape
I try to unveil him
unmask his identity
And
Here I stand
gazing into the
mirror of
my own making.
~Megha Sood
Jersey City, USA
Huh…so very similar to my poem looking for fear. What a coincidence!
Much more a faceless man or the white collar. These are the novels with same concept.
It’s great. I liked the intensity of the emotion, and the form chosen, I think, is underlining the theme – short and broken into pieces. Well done!
Goosebumps alert!
loved it!
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