GloMag GloMagMarch2020 | Page 159

never to erase my mistrust in you - Your smile - it means nothing! Your love - it means nothing! "You're mine!" you claim "I swear I will never hurt you again!" ....you claim. Your claim, not mine. I stare blankly at you. In the cold grey day outside In a cloud, I see a form Why do I see a form? Why do I feel it follows me everywhere? Why do I see shadows... Everywhere?? 159