At times blending into the background, they surround,
Being so nonchalant with viewpoints, never profound.
Watching what you do, every hour, minute and second,
Sensing something sinister, running to tell the reverend.
Monitoring spirits are hateful but want to hang around you,
Cut off the watchers and non supporters, its long overdue.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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So uncomfortable being watched one becomes self conscious. Well written
Cheers, indeed.
Cheers
This reminded me how paranoia and perception can blur when trust erodes. That feeling of unseen judgment hovering just out of reach is something many people recognize. You capture that atmosphere clearly. Well done, mate! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, yeah wild when you realise all this spiritual stuff is real.
You are most welcome, my friend.
I have a lot of these people,any idea how to get rid of them when they are family?Such a sad but true poem!
Oh dear, sounds like a tough situation, I wish I knew the answer for you. Many people on YouTube and TikTok are talking about these things now, maybe you'll find the answer there.
I'm overdoing it now! lol. I sense.... a spirit? Well, not exactly. It's only E.T. lol.
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