Jod!E Quintero Poet I do not know?

The Stranger

Standing here
There’s a shadow through the mist
Trying to get there so see who it is
Wondering why they see me
No sound to hear
Just the sound of the trees
Blowing in the breeze
My feet won't move
They are stuck in fear
One foot moves then another 
Very slow
I need to see who waits for me
Why do they watch me? 
Through the trees
I'm closer now, and then I awake
Who was this stranger looking at me?
Waiting to see who I would be
I’ll never know 
I need to sleep 
I need to sleep
And go back to see 
If the stranger there
Was only me
Looking at me 
through the trees

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Ginger Marie November 3, 2009 at 5:41 AM That's so...thought-provoking. I love the mystery in it.

Sara Kendrick August 2, 2009 at 11:41 AM Interesting writing. Sara

Jessica Arteaga August 2, 2009 at 11:24 AM I have so many dreams where it seems that I am the watcher or the one being watched or even both, good poem

John Freeman August 2, 2009 at 10:21 AM Dreams seem so real at time, and some of the them actually do mean something, sometimes. God bless, welcome to soup,Moses