It Is There
by Daniel Ray
No matter where I go it is there
Stalking like a predator
I run, I sit, I ignore
It is there
In the wilderness, all alone
It sees me through the thicket
it crouches, it waits, it watches
It is there
In the palace, surrounded by many
It sees me through the throng
I die, I live, I hate
It is there
For years it has tracked me
Waiting for its moment
Anxious, lonely, troubled
It is there
Finally I stop, exhausted
I run no longer
I plan, I dare, I measure
It is there
Now face-to-face I glare
Into the eyes of my enemy
Looking, wondering, petrified
It is there
Astonished to see myself
For fear is me and I my fear
Confused, relieved, conquered
It is there
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Excellent poem, Danny!
Well thank you! Glad you enjoyed!