Visions

I used to see him when he wasn’t there,
I doubt if that makes any sense to those of you that do not care.
Sometimes I’d look and his face would be staring back at me,
But it wasn’t him; it was just me, just me seeing him and being,
What I am.
Often, it was someone else,
Another person I did not know,
I’d shout at them and kick and scream,
But it wasn’t them; it was just me, being,
What I am.
Visions of his face turned up in my mind,
People didn’t understand, what it was like, to find,
That he’d never leave.
Times I thought he’d go forever,
He just stayed, and never left,
Times I thought I’d never see those haunting eyes again,
He was there, staring, his clever ways of cruelty.
Never leaving, always staying, always being,
What he was.