Shadow Man

A stalking shadow of a poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shadow Man

 

You can move from

room to room,

House to house,

Or state to state.

 

Wherever you zoom off to,

His shadow will always be

There to haunt you.

 

He wants to touch you,

In a very private way,

How long can you stay

Away from his icy touch?

 

You can't even

Eat lunch

In a diner,

Without him sitting

In a booth beside you.

 

He's tall and thin

With a long black overcoat

And a dark top hat on.

 

You can't avoid

His eyes,

Because all you

See is black

When you look

At his face,

While he's hovering

Over your bed

At night.

 

Don't forget

To turn your

Night light on,

Maybe tonight

You’ll recognize

His face.

 

One thing is

Sure to happen,

He’ll be sharing

Your space

With you

As soon as

Your head hits

Your lace pillowcase.

 

Let's hope he

Doesn’t reach

Out to trace your

Face with his

Pointy fingernail.

 

You're his icy thrill,

the thrill of a chase!

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

whoa! lol

[Wicahpi]

creepy! hahaha

Congrats on your Award!!!

gave me chill bumps :)

[tynamite]

This is too much! It sounds like a horror movie of one of those crimewatch thingys. I've favourited it.

[YouoweYoupay]

This gave me the chills. You truly live an enjoy the Halloween atmosphere lol.
Interesting.

[Pax Analog]

Wow, an early Halloween shiverer! ;-)

Striking accompanying image, and again the poem has your trademark cinematic vividness.

Boogie Man effectively rendered, w/just a frisson of creepy psychosexual menace.

[Black Cat Fever]

Wow, a darkly stalking poem. Very frightening. Especially when Shadow People do exist but hopefully they're not behaving this way. Outstanding spooky creepy poem!

[Madame Mystique]

Oh our shadow can be sneaky and make us paranoid... but deep down it loves us and at least I can say this, i love it back :)

Great poem :)

[ebonpinion]

Really plays on paranoia.

[Michael of Gilead]

Note to self: get night light...

Only thing i would change is the double use of touch in the third stanza, i'd make one of them caress ;)
Same with thrill in the last stanza...maybe sub with chill?

[David W Moore III]

Here back at you with my shadowman (actually just called shadows)
He walked down my streets
like a shadow of death,
All wrapped up in his cloak of despite.
And he struck his long dagger
of truth into me,
Striking deep in the heart with his might.

Still I live, yet I die, never questioning why,
As I turned to the specter and spoke.
But he seemed not to hear
as he said without pause,
“Don’t resist, but just put on my cloak!”

So without hesitation, I did as he said,
And was filled with the dark of the night.
Then I looked at myself;
at one I once knew,
But now there was just self-despite.

Now the spirit of dispirit
was happy indeed,
As he said to my soul with all glee,
“You think I am separate,
but I come from within,
And forever, you’ll never be free.

And now, even now, on a day such as this,
With the sun shining bright in the air,
In my sight and my hearing, always laughing and leering,
A dark, poison shadow is there.

He's dressed the same. Maybe he IS the same?