10 Days,9 Nights Poem by Aaron Graham

We defiled the tomb that wasn’t there
Of the man who does not exist
Now he hunts me while I’m sleeping
I can feel his sightless eye’s stare
Given up for the thousandth time, still I persist
His unseen form my peripheries see creeping

And till today I run away
From the man ho does not exist
Because I know he will come for me
When I least expect it
So sleepless watch I’ve kept 10 days.
Avoiding my punishment.
I blinked but once, my throat in the clutch.
His hands cold as the west-winds touch.