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Haunted to Death
by Jody PrattSomething is watching me.
Ever creeping.
Ever seeing.
Never speaking.
I'm scared of it.
It haunts me.
Never alone.
Never at peace.
It stands where I can't see it.
I eat.
I sleep.
It's ever waking, nothing feeds it.
I turn around, it stays behind me.
I'm in a cell,
Never lonely.
My guardian angel scares me. 03/06/2004 Author's Note: Some very old poetry I dug up.
Posted on 01/15/2012
Copyright © 2024 Jody Pratt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dorian Black on 01/15/12 at 09:34 AM At the risk of sounding redundant - This poem's emotion is extremely Haunting. Very deep seeded and very well written. Thanks for the share! |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 01/15/12 at 11:50 PM So glad you dug this one up again..I feel as if I am there..scared..and so aware of it all and so much more! Brilliant! |
| Posted by Don Matley on 01/16/12 at 12:15 AM I loved the irony.The pace of your poem made me feel like I was watching you running. Very enjoyable. Thanks |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/16/12 at 03:45 AM Thank you for doing so. This was great. |
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