A Collection of Writing

This site is merely a collection of poems, short stories, and occasionally other musing by Robert Streiff. If you're a friend, an enemy, or a curious bystander who happened across this page, by all means, enjoy your visit, and feel free to offer any advice, comments, or criticisms, they are all appreciated.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Flee

I moved the mirrors
So you'd go away
Nocturnal night gaunts
Glaring from unknown

I saw you once
Long past twilight hour
Judging with you glance
At miserable mass of man

Taunt me nightly
As tears stain fabric
Scold my mistakes
As a mother a child

Once we were one
My ghost, my tormentor
Apart from me now
I can't bear your touch

Inside me deep
You wait to strike
To remind me completely
Of current transgression

Fleet of foot
And feeble of mind
I moved the mirrors
To avoid myself.

(Original date 7/20/2010)

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