Stalker

A stalker, aside from the rest
a stalker, alone be best -
a stalker in the silence
the stalker is the silence.

Lonely, forgotten, or never found
this is what for it's crowned -
It always finds, always prevails
the stalker is the silence.

Scared, alone, doom at your side
All of the exits locked - all you have tried.
To kill you - leaving bloody entrails
The stalker is the silence.

Look behind, looking to the side
At your funeral, how many cried?
Stalker is here, stalker was -
the stalker is the silence.



Original Poem Copyright (c) 1995-1997 Jim Reardon.  All rights reserved.
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