Peeking from my window blind
waiting,
in my defense I am peeking out
again,
to make sure I am not caught
unaware.

The shadows move while the trees
stand
still, long enough for me to catch
only
a glimpse of the threat that I alone am
facing.

The end of my life the end of my days
when
I will longer be peeking out of this place,
time,
wasting away slower than my mind, as it
is diseased.


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