The crunch of the pub car park,
Darkness closed right in,
Gravel crunches yet again,
You or someone else?
Moving forward ever still,
Wishing you were home,
To drunk drive,
To sober to block out the cold.
You feel their eyes upon your back,
Left turns, righ turns, still there,
Though back alleys, Main roads,
Still the feeling of being wacthed.
They are there, behind you,
You are minutes from home,
The door key you witdraw from you pocket,
You can see your house from here.
The door swings open,
You get pushed in,
The door slams,
The hallways goes dark.
Author notes
12. Pretend your being followed by someone and write about what your thinking and feeling. Make me feel like I'M the one being followed.
A contest entry
- Another Fun Contest--I have nothing better to do with my points! =) by ItalianGurrl.
550 points, ended September 26, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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oh man what happens next???? freaken awesome poem!!! definitely a keeper! i love it! exactly what i was looking for!!! good luck in the contest!
♥Rachel♥
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