THE VICTIM

calms:

nature/vintage blog

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?