I am not alone
There is someone behind the door
Someone is watching me
Through the window
There is writing on the wall
A hunter is on the prowl
Waiting in the shadows
Waiting for me to follow
Waiting for me to open my world
And to him an offering of my heart
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
This is very good, but very eerie, reminds of the song lyrics to 'Every Breath You Take' by the Police or that kind of obsessive love, but as if you were the object of someone's obsession. Did you intend to have that idea in it?
Yes that is what happens. We offer what we have to give in our writings.We expose all that we are, have been or will be. Thank you so very much for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not just at this site, but the world has billions who are looking for a gem from your wisdom and experience. Someone just has to say it.