Deep in the Shadows,
A figure moves
every step,
configuring to mine
I hear a sound,
Who's There? I scream
I yell again,
But still...no answer
Must be my imagination
playing tricks on my mind
But minutes later,
I hear the noise again,
and the figure tries to blend with my steps
but this time,
It was a second off,
of its careful dance of configuration
And I heard the last echo of their step,
...and R A N!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paranoia? Spooky but A+++