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Paranoia

Another scratch, 

a whisper of a scrape 

a dimly distant alleyway

and then movement

from the corner 

of my eye.

away

Away

AWAY

way away, I pray

But a  rustle

of shadows

a fleeting glimpse

perhaps?

or not….

What am I seeing? 

am I imagining this?

is nothing there?

or is it Him. Her. It. 

Them?

relentless

in their endless 

Quest for me….

Why do they mirror 

my every move

in every doorway…

on the side of every building?

 Later..

Sipping my coffee and reading the paper,

not looking at anything,

seeing everything.

especially me.

The scoundrels,

devoid of mercy,

they have slain my will

and have stolen my hope.

they will not cease

for I am the hunted….

I am their prey…..