Inky Pool

Inky Pool

That inky pool of darkness,
keeps on stalking me.
No matter where I try to hide,
or erratically flee.

For when the sun is shining,
I feel it’s present eyeless stare.
I turn a side street to evade it,
but it’s always waiting there.

At night below the street lights glow,
it triples up to three.
Oh inky pool of darkness,
why do you follow me?