Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

December 3, 2007

Dark Object Following Me

by Hookz

i hear my heart beat,
as i walk the street.
i hear footsteps
as if somone is following me.
i see only a shadow against the wall.
i see that it (the shadow) is tall.
i feel that it is closer indeed.
as my hearts starts to beat faster,
as i pick up my speed.
i hear heavy breathing
as if it's closer than it seems.
i know it is following me.
i hide behind the wall,
as i panic in fear.
as then the shadow,
starts to disappear.
it turns the corner,
as i look to see...
the dark shadow is me!

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