The Walk in the Rain

Once while walking in the rain                          

I heard a voice call my name.                                                    I stopped and looked all around

But I couldn't find the sound.                       

So on I went but I still couldn't see

The face of who was calling me.

But then the footsteps close behind,

Footsteps that I knew weren't mine.

I could hear my heart skip a beat

As closer drew these unseen feet.

On and on and still the same

This mysterious voice called my name.

And still I turned but could not see

Who it was, following me.

And harder down, came the rain

As I walked through forest fane.

Chilling me to my core

Leaving my muscles sore.

But further still came the sound

Of unseen footsteps on the ground.

And as my heart began to race

I began to quicken my pace.

And deeper into this forest green

I was being followed by the unseen.

Deeper still into the forest down

Louder still came the sound.

“What do you want?” I cried aloud.

I only heard the whistle of the leafy shroud.

On I went and to a lake

I stood on a dock that was about to break.

And then a laugh close behind

Followed by the footsteps that were not mine.

Then I felt a push from hands cold as snow

Pushing me into the depths below.

As I plunged through the dark

I heard the muffled chirping of a lark

And the gurgled laughter from up above.

I felt as weightless as a dove.

And as my lungs began to burn

I felt as limp as a fern.

And as there was nothing left to feel,

I knew that what I heard wasn't real.

It had all been in my mind

And now my body they would never find.