I look out the window
Out of the blue,
Across the street
I see a glare.
I see a stare
Looking right at me
Right through me
I blink, I blink again,
I am not dreaming
It is still there.
As still as an untouched stone,
As cold as fresh snow.
It’s a nightmare glare,
An unfocused glare
A glare that even you can’t hide from
Not here, not there, not anywhere,
It follows you,
Haunts you,
Stalking you,
Scaring you.
A glare you never can forget
Not now, not later, not ever.
