THE DARK ALLEY

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I step from the restaurant

where there had been light.

Now there is only darkness,

and no stars in sight.

 

I hear footsteps in the distance.

Dark shadows move and sway.

Steps echo louder in the dark.

I bow my head and pray.

 

I run to the light.

Then I’m falling down.

My face to the ground.

My world, upside down.

 

I lift my head.

Black shoes before me.

The lights go out.

Darkness now claims me.

 

THE VICTIM

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THE VICTIM
I step out from the restaurant
From where there had been light.
Now there is darkness,
A dark alley.
Dark shadows move and sway.
I can hear my own footsteps
Clicking on the cobblestones.
But there are other...

 nature/vintage blog

 

 

THE VICTIM

I step out from the restaurant

From where there had been light.

Now there is darkness,

A dark alley.

Dark shadows move and sway.

I can hear my own footsteps

Clicking on the cobblestones.

But there are other footsteps,

Following close behind me.

Too close.

Lights shimmer up ahead.

I run toward them.

Then I’m down.

Face to ground.

The lights go out.

 

THE VICTIM

nature/vintage blog

 

I step out from the restaurant.

From where there had been light.

Now there is darkness.

A dark alley.

Dark shadows move and sway.

I can hear my own footsteps.

Clicking on the cobblestones.

But there  are other footsteps.

Following close behind me.

Too close.

Lights shimmer up ahead.

I run toward them.

Then I’m down.

Face to ground.

The lights go out.

 

 

THE VICTIM

calms:

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I step out from the restaurant.

From where there had been light,

laughter, and voices.

I step into a dark alleyway,

filled with dark shadows.

I hear my footsteps on the cobblestones.

But are there other footsteps

echoing behind me?

Is someone behind me?

Should I sneak into a doorway

to take a peak behind me?

Or should I keep walking?

I see lights up ahead.

I will walk to those beacons

of the night.

Will someone be there to help me?

Will I fall victim to a stalker?

Or will I become a victim of my own imagination?

What do you think?