The Lodestar Poem by Victoria Hardy

Screaming silently
I escaped the old man's eyes.
He followed me
Whereever I went.

I was left too deep
Before I even knew how to swim.
Now tell me
Will it ever leave me alone?
Or will it haunt me forever?

The old man's eyes,
The lonely streets,
Old Victorian houses,
Everything haunts me.

Turns out
I need to believe
The fortune
Of playing cards.
And the haunting reality
Of the lodestar leaving me
Forever in confusion.