Your Name
It has you walking home
from school, past that house
where the front room curtains
moved yet revealed no face behind
only the trace of a shadow
stepping back into your mind -
the sound of footsteps that followed
and stopped when your feet
froze to the ground and,
on looking around, no-one
was there
and now,
stepping through time,
that dull echo on empty streets
late at night when far from home
and sleep, you get
a sense that someone
is still following,
so near now
you can almost hear
those icy lips whispering
your name.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
