The Stalker

A poem of about a stalker

The day started out with a hit,
There was laughter everywhere.
Then before I knew it,
You were standing there.
I was so very scared,
Because I knew it was you.
I didn’t run, I didn’t dare,
You knew I wouldn’t too.
Now I lay in this hospital bed,
While you sit in jail.
Wishing you were dead,
So I would never again have to go through this hell.
Still I fear for my life,
Thanks to you strange fixation.
And your obsession with a knife,
Why didn’t you just go ahead and end my confusion.
When I told you no,
Didn't it mean anything?
Why didn’t you just go,
Didn’t it signal ring.
Yes you are a sick man,
I'll never be safe and secure.
Knowing about you what I can,
If only there was a cure.
For the stalkers we fear,
And safety for people like me.
Who our lives we hold dear,
Hoping one day we will be free.