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The Stalker…She feels his eyes on her body, Feels the tension within her soul, Scared to know what to do about it, Not knowing how to achieve her goal. Follows her most constantly, He approaches her all the time… So afraid is she, what can she do? She's certainly not feeling fine! He hides as he stalks her every day, Hounding her, following her all around… She feels afraid, venerable… No solace can be found. He obsessed with her and they know it… But no warning him until he causes her harm! So he stalks his prey, every day, While she lives in constant fear and alarm! She looks around every corner, Her friends keep a constant watch for her, Then tell her where he is so she can hide, This isn't really fair! They can't tell him to stop! They said! And he tells her friends to keep away, For she's not allowed any friends at all…! He tells them she's ‘his' every day!! So as she wanders around the shops, Security never far away… They watch and wait for him to attack her… It's like this every day! Her worries intensify… Once she leaves the centre to go home, He could easily follow her… For she has to travel alone! With this in mind, and her fears increased, She would no longer live in fear and strife, She decided she had to make him stop! And not allow him to govern her life! So one day she approached him herself… Made it known she knows what he's about, He pulled back in alarm and shock! And now he's in no doubt! In no doubt that her spirits strong, She in no longer in fear or weak! She needs nor wants the officials involved, For her own strength is all she'll seek! It's cruel really when you think about it, How people are terrified of being harmed, No wonder in this age and day… People feel scared and alarmed! Until they actually hurt or do harm, Nothing can be done to protect… And do they care about the consequences? No! Because a slap on the wrist is all they get! Soft punishment makes for a world of crime, For they have no fear of the result on them… So they get caught, slapped on the hand, And then are let out to do it all over again!!! In a world of unjust…! What do we expect? Nothing really…It's called neglect!!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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