Under the red lamp, sitting
Shades on,
A light that is dull, low watt
Near darkness.
How does he even see me
Watching,
Never does his stare falter
Never ending.
I feel his eyes behind darkness
Burn in to me,
I want to know why he stares
Under the dull light.
Things cross my stirred mind
Puzzlement,
Questions,
Nervousness,
His stare unnerves me from a far,
I get up, walk over.
Then I see what my eyes ignored
A Cain, made in white.
No staring,
Ego,
Stupidity,
Under a red lamp he sat,
His fingers his eyes.
Grasping tightly his tea
Shades on, under dull light.