SOCIOPATH IN THE SHADOWS (poem)

Hmmm, not sure entirely where this new prose poem came from. I mean, yes, I wrote it, but not sure how or why. As I started writing, I kept having images of solitude, torment, mania and horror.

In any case, enjoy this short piece that explores the notion of a few different things - be it addiction, inner demons or just that person who all hate to love.



THE DEADBEAT
Sitting byself,
downstairs,
I heard his
voice.
The sociopath
the shadows.
Again.
And then again.
It’s been some time.
A long while, in fact.
He’d borrow and steal.
Lie. And cheat.
And then, afterwards,
he make you feel
like an idiot,
as always.
He’d sneak up on me
when I was most weak,
like now.
After a few drinks,
I have to admit, that he
had a way about him.
Slick and charming when
he needed to be, but
otherwise, cold and distant.
I feel his itch more
now than ever.

Never thought he’d be back.