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Stalker

I remember seeing that shadow;
it had that distinct shape
She hovered around me a few weeks back
but surely enough she disappeared

Now it's returned and I recall
the feeling of dread she gave me the first time she visited
Because that anxiety returned

A pair of eyes that penetrate
my head, can see my inner being and thoughts race
The shadow knows what games to play

She plays hop-scotch on my fear
Rolls dice to decide my insecurity
I cannot fathom the depth of her cruelty
She is the snake when I escape up a ladder
only to slide down her and start this game again

I may never win 

The shadow keeps returning
A black storm cloud over my head of distrust
Forever playing games to monopolise
and take me away to her lair

I wait for the sunlight
Where the shadow cannot follow.
Shine


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  1. Date: 6/7/2012 8:04:00 AM

    When I click on one of your poems I know it will be exceptional Samantha. Thank you for sharing your words with us. I hope all is well with you and yours. I will stop back again soon. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 3/2/2009 5:27:00 AM

    Another great read. You can really sense the anxiety and dread

  1. Date: 3/2/2009 3:21:00 AM

    wow. this is intense. I love writing about shadows, willow trees and butterflies myself.. somehow 1 recently have become accomplished. So in saying that, I suggest you always follow yourheart dear writer and don't make a mistake like I did and get caught up in the soap opera here at the soup. My best regards always, hope to read you in book form one day! :) Your friend in poetry, Lucinda