Fear

This was written by a close friend of mine, not my work. They shall be called Invader.

She is walking down the street and it is silent,

Her feet don't make sound,

She is afraid of men turning violent.

She looks to see if there is anyone around,

Her pace quickens as her heart races,

Was that a figure and were those faces?

She is afraid. She is alone or so she thinks

Her fingers grip around a blade ready to strike

She is so scared she doesn't even blink

Afraid of what is there, which men are unlike.

Men don't have to be afraid of the wind.

Men don't feel chagrined

Author's Note

Any criticism is welcome.

Reviews

[KokoaKatt]

This poem was beautifully written and the words you used give it a strong connotation. I work nights, and I walk to work, so this is definitely a real fear. Very relatable, Invader. Great work! And Mercer, it makes me happy that you also enable your friends to express themselves here. It's always good to encourage someone to put their work out there.

[Eddie Phillips]

I like the imagery of the poem and the chilling attitude that comes form your words. It is a great piece of subtle writing.

[M. E. Lee]

I found it captivating from the first lines. Great job.

[Mercer]

I am very passionate about this subject.
-Invader

[Amy]

Great job, as I was reading it, it gave a lot of suspense and tension, and it made me wonder on how it would end.

[Mercer]

I just wanted to display the fear we feel every day

-Invader

[QueenofScarlet]

Very nice. An interesting topic, and it was portrayed perfectly.

[Mercer]

"Thank you. Much appreciated"

-Invader (Author of this poem)