Haunting

I feel them,

The haunting feeling of his eyes

Always following me,

Always on my back.

I try to run,

I try to hide

From the eyes that haunt me,

From the memories that come with the eyes,

From the pain they cause me.

I never can.

Every time I turn around

They’re there,

Following me,

Reminding me of the times he hurt me,

Of the times he would grab my arm

And make it feel like he would never let go.

The memories haunt me

As the eyes follow me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The pain of the past leave unseen scars. A powerful poem. Description and your story is very good.
Coyote

[Alz Alz]

Ooooh, this definitely gave me some chills O.o Very good job, haunting to say the least! Creepy eyes... and memories...

[Hopless]

cool