Veiled Intruder

In the stillness of the night, a phantom near,

A stalker of my life, whispers I can hear.

Silent footsteps echo, haunting my days,

A presence unseen, yet its grip never sways.

Through the corridors of time, it lingers close,

A specter of obsession, a sinister dose.

No shadows cast, just an eerie trace,

A phantom companion in this clandestine chase.

In the mirrors, I glimpse its elusive stare,

A voyeur of my soul, a relentless glare.

No refuge in daylight, no solace in sleep,

A constant companion, its secrets to keep.

Through crowded streets and solitary lanes,

It weaves through my life, leaving unseen stains.

No face to confront, no name to despise,

Just a pervasive force, feeding on my sighs.

In the tapestry of existence, it threads its way,

A silent observer, night and day.

No refuge from its gaze, no sanctuary,

A stalker of my life, an unseen adversary.

Yet, I rise with courage, to face the unknown,

To break free from the shackles it has sown.

No longer a victim, but a warrior bold,

Against the stalker's grip, my story unfolds.