Every now and then,
I feel him stalk.
His cold eyes staring me down.
I stare down, lack of contact.
Why is he looking at me?
I heard pounding,
Yet loud.
My heart speeding up,
The pounding getting louder.
I was panting,
It was getting harder to breathe.
Steps getting louder and louder on every step I take.
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Just The Same Ol Thoughts
PoesíaPoems that I wrote on my spare time and thinking of adding short story's that might go along with them.
