Flashes of years in my rearview mirror,

Hours of waiting for sunshine now haunt me like darkness;

Run; it says or I’ll swallow you into the deep.

***

You don’t even know what it’s like out here,

When I touch you with my cold sour hands.

Let your fear of me

be greater than the fear you have of yourself;

Cos you either win or lose— there’s nothing in between.

***

Beauty is a construction of the mind, nobody told you so.

Stand in the radiance of your shadow,

Least I come for yours and all your tomorrow—

The devil told me so, 23/08/2019—

Sent by God,

To a son, fighting in-between

©Isaac Parbey

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