Poetry

The Call

I overheard in a dream
that he was seeking me
and I feared it
in the beginning

Such is his reputation
as one intolerant
of failure or weakness
What need has he
of one such as me?

He has not forced
the matter, he’s
let me be
But even though
I cannot see him
I feel he didn’t leave

He’s watching

Always near

Tomorrow I believe
I will try to
speak with him
Know the purpose of his
insistent lurking
then decide if he
should stay,
or go

if I have a choice,
or have been chosen

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