Victim

 

                     A Victim is what it is...

Torn apart and unwhole

Feeling helpless and all alone.

Looking over one's shoulder

Never to know...

To run to hide one knows not where.

Is he here or is he there?

This stalker of the night...

I feel his presence,

I see him not.

I know he's there lurking in the night.

Is there justice in the land?

Cries the victim of the night.

As the night fades away

And the dawn turns to light

The victim still knows

He's just waiting for the night.

 

Reviews

[Sharon]

Diane, this is really good. Erie, but really good. Love it.