These Shadows

A little horror for ya, or at least my attempt at it.

These shadows that follow are not my own:
Cast on city streets of Asphalt stone.
And voices that whisper their lasting scorn:
By voices and footsteps, my mind if torn.
Ah, who's shadows are these? I do not know.

Each footfall echoed in unseen night,
And shadows shown by city lights.
Each step I stepped echoed three times more,
and the shadows that followed, so long; forlorn.
I walked the empty streets with four in tow.

My mind raced on: I need to see!
What casts these shadows, what follows me?
What malevolent being, what hidden force?
What hidden thing that whispered scorn? .
I turned 'round quick to face my foe.

And I was alone. So completely alone.
Not a soul on the city's asphalt stone,
Was my mind playing tricks on me?
Yet when I turned again, four shadows I see.
And these shadows that follow are not my own.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

A very eerie poem! Poetic and profound with mystery throughout, and the kind of solemnity that abounds in Frost's The Road Not Taken....only the content is freakier. It flows in a relatively mellifluous way, with various complementary sounds, and the rhyme scheme packs a good punch to the story. Well done!