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unseen
unforgiving
nipping at my heals
its presence a noose
around my neck
cold grip on my heart
and no hope in sight
it stalks me
like a ghost
a shadow I know
too well to recall
its features forever
changing
unseen
unforeseen
visible to none
it’s my stalker
my partner in crime
against myself.
©aother
Art: Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes