Another poem from the non-poet

Okay, more poetry for my class. Maybe this one will get a better reception with my classmates. Just remember, I do not claim to be a poet!

Brittni Lasater

Shadow

As I mosey out

Twilight hovers thick.

Sight is hindered.

Still, I sense him behind me.

Turning ‘round to look

Is impolite so

I just sneak a glance.

He is closer than before.

Pulse redlining, I

Near my car.

I double my pace

Then my shadow triples his.

Quick, unlock. Unlock!

Snatch the door handle.

My racing heart halts

Because another stranger

Waits inside and smiles

At my pursuer.

That’s when I realize it’s

Not my car.