Walking Home

August 15, 2009
Walking on gravel.
So hard so sharp.
I sense a presence,
but nothing it’s only I.
So close but ever so far.
Footsteps I stop.
It is silent.
I walk its there again,
but no one it’s only I.
I go faster.
Feeling my heart,
so excited.
Something moving,
but no it’s only I.




I’m only two feet.
I open and run!
It’s ok.
I’m now safe,
With my protectors





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