Dark silhouette
On the corner of the street
Middle of the night
The whole world's asleep
No lights
To illuminate the way
Steps turn hesitant
Slow in delay
In this silence
Sounds are enhanced
Beating of a heart
Footsteps slow to stance
No words uttered
Mind on a roll
Ears become clouded
As fear takes control
Ragged breathing
Like a game of chess
Who emerges first
From the cover of darkness
Images plastered
Within the mind's eye
Worst atrocities
Are passing by
Then finally movement
Flowing relieve
Embarrassed
For silly believes
There never was a person
No being in sight
Clouded vision
Turned a bush into a fright
Short laughing
Then resuming the way
Feeling stupid
No longer on survey
Something cold
On head's back
One dampened shot
A cowards attack
Blood and pain
Obscuring your vision
Realization hits
It wasn't superstition
On the ground
Unable to move
A desperate struggle
Bound to lose
Barely concious
A hand pats your coat
Glides into the pocket
While pain makes you float
Stealing a wallet
Robbing a life
Ignoring premonition
Turns this into your last night
YOU ARE READING
Deadly poetry
PoetryBecause words cut deeper than knives, and to combine the two is lethal. A collection of poetry - written over years - about death and dismay.
