The Shadow Man

For all those whose innocence was taken...

Walking fast, my footsteps quicken,

Street lights glow above my head

Sickening feeling hovering over me,

Shadows approaching too quickly.

The Shortcut seems safe tonight,

I beg my feet to lead me faster.

Street lights fail, they start to flicker,

a forewarning of the coming disaster.

The shadow man is behind me now,

His tall silhouette and dark aura towers,

over my tiny frame, I gasp

as his cold fingers stifle my thin neck.

“Please stop” the silent words stuck in my throat,

As his hands explore what innocence I had,

Fleeting hope, chocking the sobs

His face a distorted nightmare unremembered.

I lay still on the rain soaked asphalt,

As he takes my body for his toy,

I cannot move, my blood pooling

and forever staining my hope, my joy.

The shortcut seemed safe tonight,

how could this be my wretched fate?

The shadow man ran and I finally inhaled again,

A lesson learned, nowhere is ever safe!

Reviews

[E.A. Spain]

I love the the voice you created in this poem of the girl telling what happened and how she thought about that night. I also just love the structure and style of the poem itself- you write beautifully.

[Dianne S Penfold]

Thank you. I really appreciate your comment. It is such a challenge to talk about topics such as these, the pain can be unbearable for those who have gone through this, but the more the expose it I hope more ears will listen.

[Cherrie]

i can see how we have a similar style, I enjoyed this very much.

[Dianne S Penfold]

Yes, we do. Thank you. :)

[lessa (kenzie)]

Now, this is amazing!
I really enjoyed the intensity of this write.
So nicely expressed.

[Dianne S Penfold]

Thank you, I hope that everyone who experienced something like this, finds hope.

[lessa (kenzie)]

I found hope in my darkest hours. I know the feeling