Constantly on alert
Shifting eyes back and forth
Over looking thousands of vehicles
People coming and going
What's a security guard to do
When he's patrolling the grounds
Any mistake by us and we're dead meat
Weaving our way
Back and forth
Through all the vehicles
Ears probing like radars
For the slightest sound
To jump upon
Waiting for the moment
We're sprung into action
Hoping and fearing
Deep down inside
When we run across
The bad guys
They are not armed
With something to
Kill me with
Hoping and dreaming
That backup will arrive
Pinning down the bad guys
From breaking into cars
Police respond
All over the place!
Author notes
A little background to explain this. It is not much of a poem least the ending but I am a security guard for an impound vehicle lot and we do not have any guard dogs and there is only 2 of us and we are armed with 10,000 volt tasers and a heavy duty flash light and I am constantly on the night time watch. I also am a security guard for my church as they have had alot of vehicles vandolized and stuff stolen ect. Needless to say I live for the danger and the excitement that at anytime I could be killed in extreme conditions thus the reason why I have fear and thus this poem was posted.
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Comments
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I am really pleased to be a woman and crave other
indulgences but I do so appreciate security and the police etc so your poem helps us to remember that there is always someone oput there for us.
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YIKES! I am glad your job is exciting, and you would not like working in a public library, maybe.
A poem much enjoyed by me as I imagined you in your uniform with your taser. 
COOL! Totally! 
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Good job...you sounded like one of your kittens stalking out its prey in parts of this piece...but I can sense the fear and emotion. Keep writing!
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