Like leaves on a windy day,
so was I,
trembling with fear,
the further I ran The closer it came,
do I have something It wants?
peeping through my fingers,
hoping it disappears,
caught in an unsteadily state of mind.
This was not my shadow,
is there a hit on me?
who or what is this stalking me?
the slamming of the doors didn't help,
should I be looking for help?
Not wanting to anger,
I must avoid it's path,
A soft answer turns away wrath
guessing it's best I stay silent.
Never before I had an uninvited guest,
Should I ask for a name,
play it cool or act a fool,
maybe then it will leave,
I am traumatized,
is this a prank or a damn game?
About the Creator
Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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