The Hunt

The Hunt

A Poem by Silent Pacer

Random poem that penitrated my mind. I get stalked allot in stores or in public, so it was not at all hard to come up with this idea.




The Melancholy rain pelts against my face

As I make my way through the crowded street.

Darkness cloaks the strangers as they stare

Lustful towards the hollow figure.



They sense the emptiness

They sense the variability.

They gawk with their lewd eyes as I pass.

I try to be oblivious to their eyes.



I fail. Miserably.

They notice the awkwardness and see my pregnability.

Their hunt has now ensued

And I am the prized prey.



They all must try their luck a

At this “50 cent slot”,

Wishing to rape all the rewards

They are able to plunder.



Now rain subsides,

Showing my true nerves.

Sweat glints ominously upon my face

Showing the defined emotion of fear.



Like a doe in the headlights

I am struck frozen with this fear.

I turn down a solitary alley,

I soon see the Pearly Gates.

© 2008 Silent Pacer

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Silent Pacer
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