My Violent Stalker
Violence is like the stalker that you never want to meet. You worry day and night for your inadequate greet, as you spend your life in a zone of safe conscience you realize that is not okay, for as violence can attack at any moment you still try to keep your mind at bay.
Once you are in jeopardy, the experience never leaves you for it is as deadly as mental insanity that feeds on you. You beg for the pain to escape, but linger does it do until it gets its change to finally abolish you.
Finally you survive the torment of tolerance but you wait for the next affront to conceal, to find that the pain is forever concluded, and that life, your life, is forever immortal.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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