Never-Ending Stalker

A beautiful landscape,

a lonely path ahead,

fears a shadow,

awaiting the fog to hunt,

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I am stuck in my mind,

contemplating whether to walk ahead or turn back,

for neither path seems to confront nor find a solution,

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but positioned at the edge of decision,

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My memories run wild, 

wondering, will I find a man, 

who doesn't walk past,

without a repulsive flinch,

a flashing dick, a moaning squeak, 

a grope of the breast, a spank to the butt,

a push to the shoulder, a lewd touch to shove,

the erecting nerve to blemish on the go,

His grin, a touchdown. 

My shielding clothes, burned down,

//

The scare about the road,

the scarcity of people,

the assurity in the mind,

doesn't seem to worry about the labels to value,

Be it a 13 or 25-year-old,

a father, a grandfather,

a husband, a manager,

an uncle, a friend,

a stranger, a believer,

a window of opportunity,

never shuts the eye of the urge,

//

I lost my tears,

remembering every touch,

a scarred crutch,

aware of that nuisance act,

that doesn't go unnoticed,

even in the midst of a crowded path,

//

The road drops right here, 

the eye that caught my eye,

and I decide to go ahead,

sacking the noise of my fear,

knocking at every turn to gear and steer,

The lonely toll, a moment to pause, 

to think before I step in,

listening to the experiences, 

flawlessly stirring, in a blink,

//

I do enjoy the view of the landscape,

the meeting of land and sky,

a beautiful atmosphere,

Yet thoughts in my backseat,

addresses the fear that doesn't quit, 

but alerts and acquires the conscious sense,

//

Scanning within and across,

My face held high, facing the road,

storming the never-ending drive,

There is a reason I don't smile,

I look grumpy,

when the road narrows down in a mile,

I yell at my husband, 

The fear is real, 

Safety, 

I don't know, 

feels,

Unreal.