My Shadow Poem by donavan avril

Am being followed
Don't know by who or what
The light of the lamp pole keep flicking
So I can't make a description
All I know am being followed.
The streets is out, with hissing winds.
Home look so close but yet am so far.
Am petrified and tumbling, which make my legs weak.
But am still been followed.
I want to stop and ask why am being followed,
But the present of fear is me,
My mouth tremble can't even speak,
But I am being followed.
I stop and think,
The street is out, am walking all alone,
Come to think of it,
Am not being followed
It was just my shadow.