Walking alone
in the small hours
through empty streets
feet on hard concrete
ring out in hard,
percussive beats.
The cold,
early morning wind
runs ghostly fingers
through my hair,
and softly swirls
cigarette smoke
in broken plumes
through the air.
A subtle sound,
brings me back
to reality,
snatches my wandering mind
from vibrant
daydreams.
I hear nothing,
and resume walking.
Ears perk, at
distant echoes
not mine.
My breath,
frozen in my throat
as I listen intently.
Nothing.
Paces resume,
with added haste
and again,
silent footfalls
from sources unknown.
My heart stops,
and a chill runs down
my spine,
I am positive,
now,
that on this morning walk
I am not alone.
Faster still,
my shoes strike
the damp sidewalk,
as anticipation builds
air turns thick,
and my saliva turns
to chalk.
Closer now,
distinct sounds
of a sloshing puddle,
my hands start to shake
and reality becomes dark,
muddled.
Ensnared,
I feel the icy grip
of fear,
clenched upon my heart.
Unable to turn
to face this phantom walker
I walk faster,
to distance myself
from this unknown stalker.
Fueled by fright,
and pumping adrenaline
instinct takes over,
as my thoughts shift
from sheer terror
to survival.
I break into a run,
hearing nothing but silence
behind me.
Blood courses faster
as my heart springs back to life.
And I leave behind
only dignity,
as I run from mere shadows
of a life filled with dread,
frantically seeking
escape,
from the voices inside my head.
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Written May 16th, 2004
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wwwooooaahh...i really REALLY loved this poem! at first i sorta got confused but i kept reading n readin gn i ould picture it in my mind n the end hit me lmao! im either stupid or...lol thats an awsome poem! cant wait to reed the others!
peace out...MeLaNiE -
This poem is awesome! i love the way you describe how the voices plague the thoughts of the runner and make a seemingly still place be filled with the soft footsteps of someone following you. very kewl. reminds me of paranoia.
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oi the title really grabbed my attention because to some point, I hate the morning!!
I loved ur poem. great descriptions. keep up the good job arkh.
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sometimes the greatest fear that we all have
exists within our own minds...
yet at the time it seems so ver real!
I loved the imagery within this!
I could picture myself there!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill -
awesome
i love it...its really good...its creepy but i like it.. your talented...i must read more.. -
I think I am like the 4th person to use this word but "WOAH!" This is awesome. It captured the eerie, scary, psycho, and deranged feel in all of it. At first I thought it was a stalker then in the last lines I realized that it was an insane persons thoughts. I really like to write pieces of what I think insanity is like. Anyways I really liked it, I am wodering if some of it was suppose to rhyme or not because some seemed to when others didn't. But in the whole it was an awesome write. Your are very talented!!
Much Loves
Kla -
Wow! This is an AMAZING poem! Your imagery is so shocking, yet so accurate, the rhythm is perfect, the style, voice and wording, I so feel what you mean with each word, it's perfect!
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suspensful
I can completely feel this poem. Not only I would I do something like this but I am constanly scared of things that exist only in my mind. It's surprising how universal insanity is. I kept trying to read faster to get to the end. The suspense was, well, suspensfull. Unfortunately my can only digest so many words at a time. Loved it. -
WOW! Not only is this a well structured and wel written poem wit hgreat beat but its a namazing story! the situation is known to so many and the imagery you use is amazing! Ilove the way it ends too! All in All this is an amazing write! keep it up! keep smiling!
-Gwen! -
Awesome
Sweet poem, can't think of anything to suggest. Keep writing. -
This is totally awesome... I love it.
Kinda reminds me of a Sublime song.
Still totally awesome.
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