Shadow stalks.

ExTReMe FrEAk
ExTReMe FrEAk Posts: 118
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Every night, I drive the same road home
At the same hill, there is always a presence
The shadows conceal my mysterious companion
At this hill, I am never alone

The path is bare on my journey home
Except for the hill, where this creature roams
I stop and look around, only hearing rustling in the weeds
I can feel a stare, which I can not hone

I see its shape on these nights
A man, a beast, a deer, a car
It changes and changes, and won’t leave me alone
It may still its movements, to let me know
On this road, I am never alone

My mind is troubled by this thought
This thing stalks my approach on every night
Why does it show, does it mean me harm?
Mysterious and dark, it slows my heart
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
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  • ForeverAJammer
    ForeverAJammer Posts: 116
    wow..talk about your freak out feeling poem..i seriously got scared at parts..says alot about your writing..great poem
    i miss you already...


  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Oooo, creepy-cool! The part I quoted makes me almost feel like the "stalker" is a long lost memory of some tragic accident that occurred in that place, the soul not finding peace. So, the driver relives it every time he passes by, like he's supposed to find the answer that never comes. :)

    "I see its shape on these nights
    A man, a beast, a deer, a car
    It changes and changes, and won’t leave me alone
    It may still its movements, to let me know
    On this road, I am never alone"
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Vividly visualised. :)
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    Originally posted by ExTReMe FrEAk
    Every night, I drive the same road home
    At the same hill, there is always a presence
    The shadows conceal my mysterious companion
    At this hill, I am never alone

    The path is bare on my journey home
    Except for the hill, where this creature roams
    I stop and look around, only hearing rustling in the weeds
    I can feel a stare, which I can not hone

    I see its shape on these nights
    A man, a beast, a deer, a car
    It changes and changes, and won’t leave me alone
    It may still its movements, to let me know
    On this road, I am never alone

    My mind is troubled by this thought
    This thing stalks my approach on every night
    Why does it show, does it mean me harm?
    Mysterious and dark, it slows my heart


    welcome aborad
    and thank you 4 sharing this dark and beautiful poem
    ~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~

    ~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~

    F.ZAPPA
  • A HitchHiker Poet
    A HitchHiker Poet Posts: 129
    Two thumbs up man....LOVED IT!!!!!
    Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet..
  • ExTReMe FrEAk
    ExTReMe FrEAk Posts: 118
    I've been trieing to say thanks... but the site was all screwed up yesterday.
    Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

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