I walk down the street
Looking down to my feet
All alone in the falling snow
Trembling from my head to toe
I still had a mile to go
The wind blows to and fro
My hearts beats faster
I want to reach home
Then I hear foot steps
Heavy and slow
It's coming closer
But I can't turn over
I start to pray
Wishing he would go away
Tears starts to roll
I wipe it with my shawl
Then I see a man,
With a big black bag
My eyes widen
With panick stricken
He looks at me
And comes closer
I was preparing to run
Thinking he had a gun
May be killing me was his task
Then suddenly he asks
Can you tell me the time
I tell him it's nine
I felt a relief
As it was against my belief
He paced and walked past me
And soon was out of my sight
I enter my home
Making a phone call
Telling hubby that I was safe
He knew i was a bit late
Chatting on the phone
Like twenty minutes or even long
On my door I hear a knock
I was in a bit of shock
As I peep and see
Standing and staring at me
The man from the street
All I wanted to do was scream
To be continued in the next poem......
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Abuser abused... And collection of other poems.
PoetryPoem about a drug addict? Written initially by a real addict. I have edited it and written in my Own words. Other poem is just how i was feeling recently. The last poem is a story...to be continued. Your comments r highly appreciated.