The Stalker

A shadowy figure lurks behind me

Ever watching, furtive, intense

Never allowing me to be alone

His eyes hungry and predatorial

We’ve never spoken, but I know him well

His light brown hair and hollow, blue-gray eyes

A face that never smiles or laughs

The dirty brown hoodie and faded jeans

A light gray beanie when it’s cold

A clear, plastic umbrella when it rains

His figure etched into the back of my mind

He never speaks, and nor do I

A silent game of push and pull

As I avoid, he pursues

As I hide, he searches

As I flee, he hunts

Always visible in the corner of my eye

But too scared to do a thing

Reviews

[streetrose]

Very mysterious and intriguing
I like it .......

[Poet]

Love dark poetry. Descriptors were good leading to anticipation and last line at the end is a universal truth. Enjoyed this very much.

[streetrose]

thank you so much for reading, I'm glad you liked it