Ever prying eyes:
gazing past the ice in my glass.
Always watching, waiting for the slip.
Eternally ready, spring loaded
and ready to pounce.
A thousand tons of pain and consequence
attached to those ever prying eyes.
The ice melts as I hide from them,
diluting my only escape.
Glass empty, I turn out the light
only to feel them watching. Waiting.
~J.A.D
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