THE STALKER
I'm walking down an eerie street.
Darkness rains and shadows lure.
The echoing sound of lonely feet,
but am I alone for sure?
Lately I've been followed,
by a man, this fleeting ghost.
He's hiding in the shadowed
among guilt and shame at most.
Now I hear his whispering voice,
in the alley, through the dark.
"Tonight you don't have much choice,
it ends in the alley, this stalk."
"Who are you? Leave me alone!"
My voice shatters as I speak.
"My identity will never be known!"
His voice, now a little meek.
A hooded man, as dark as night,
a shadow personified in deed.
His face lit up by a streetlamp light.
"My eyes! My God, they bleed."
In a dark and eerie street,
after struggling this ghost,
I finally welcome our meet,
I resign to my host.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2009-11-29 at 02:19
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