Wednesday, November 19, 2014

THE VICTIM

calms:
nature/vintage blog

I step out from the restaurant.
From where there had been light,
laughter, and voices.
I step into a dark alleyway,
filled with dark shadows.
I hear my footsteps on the cobblestones.
But are there other footsteps
echoing behind me?
Is someone behind me?
Should I sneak into a doorway
to take a peak behind me?
Or should I keep walking?
I see lights up ahead.
I will walk to those beacons
of the night.
Will someone be there to help me?
Will I fall victim to a stalker?
Or will I become a victim of my own imagination?
What do you think?