keep moving

snow and silence and eyes on my back

keep moving

just keep moving

theres a snap in the trees

and all i see is white

red blurs by

no one stops

keep moving

keep moving

im not alone

someone is watching

im going to die

just keep moving

keep moving

im just paranoid

there's so much cold

and so little space between the blanks

and i swear

IM NOT ALONE

just keep moving

keep moving

and nothing happens

but i still think

im not alone

so i just

keep moving

Reviews

[Cherub]

This poem reminds me of the feeling of being paranoid that happens often to me. Nice write!

[~]

Brrrrr... Goosebumps and shivers. This poem sounds like a scene taken from a thriller movie. I could hear the footsteps deep in the snow.