Stalked by obscurity,
no response can be made
Nothing I can do,
no tracks have been laid.

No evidence to go on,
exempt for what's said,
no trail left behind
if I am found dead.

New to my life,
with news new to me,
I'm told of a danger,
that I can not see.

My nerves tied in knots
fear pounding in my chest,
what should I do,
when no decision is best?

Lie in wait hoping,
graces are with me,
and hope that those graces,
from fear, set me free.

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