The Walk Poem by Lily Law
The Walk
You walk down the road,
Behind your home,
At the misty dawn,
Everyday,
Alone,
Trying to breath,
Trying to wake up from dreams.
As you walk by,
Do you hear it?
The sound of footsteps thundering behind you,
The sound of man's whistle,
Echoing all around you.
As you seek for it,
Do you sense it?
A hooded man,
Standing beneath the lamp-post,
Waiting patiently,
For you.
You try to ignore,
Yet you can't resist him,
You try to hide,
Yet it's useless,
For he,
Who know you and your soul,
From the very beginning of this road.
There is no way to run,
Nor regret,
For you is his precious puppet,
And he is the mighty master.
You will eventually meet him,
Face to face,
At the end of the road,
In the golden dusk,
When it's all too late,
Not for me,
But for you.
i'm not ready to face that hooded man by the lamp post. he can wait for a while. your poems makes me think in different spectrum. not scary... very nice poem.thanks. a 10 for you
Ammmmmazing! emitted spectrum is really thoughtfull! ........10
Theme is excellant.But it could be shorten further. Read repeatedly and think of editing. Do not make poems narrative. Express 2000 words in 100 words.
'You will eventually meet him, Face to face, At the end of the road, In the golden dusk, When it's all too late, Not for me, But for you.' Marvelous.10+
dream still wakes the breath of walks by its resonace inthe dawn of deasire jingle tone echoes across the wild stream lamp post wishes the love even if ignored.....yet ingenious as when wrought by the luscious green,10+, thanks for sharing
a vivid imagery nicely narrated...well written.. Ency Bearis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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That is one spooky poem