Shaped darkness reclining in sunlight,
Hovering gloom etched in glistening dew.
Aglow round edges, but a core of inky black,
Dulls the unsuspecting senses. Is it
Omniscient? Sentient? Who really knows?
With or without, it will, unceasingly,
Sneak and pry, lurking behind you.
YOU ARE READING
Follower
PoetryA poem written when I was in a random mood. Complete but I may add more later if inspiration strikes...
