Just a Matter of Time

Something out there watches me
from the mirrors
and the walls behind
has found its way inside my mind,
Voices bait me,
make me wary,
solitary.

The evil squatter never sleeps,
needs my vigilance night and day.
I play its game, let it think
I've found a chink through
which to watch it
hatch the strategy.

Now I'm smart,
I sleep on gritty streets,
new doorways every night.
I walk, eyes down. Hat
pulled low helps to hide
from eyes desiring
my soul.

The enemy
in child-disguise
peeps beneath the brim,
fingers on my soul.
My hands reach out towards blond curls
to save my soul, keep it close, then
legs flee from her mother's screams,
my soul intact.

A knife in my boot,
razor-like,
will cut off my ears,
silence the voices
when they gets too close
to my soul.

It's

just a

matter

of

time.