Fear

[Angel Of Music]

For as long as I can remember,
You have haunted my footsteps,
Stalking my shadows
As a hunter stalks his prey.
I can feel your hot breath on my neck,
And I try to escape,
Yet you follow
And continue to torture me
You torment me in my dreams
And i can feel your icy grip upon my throat
It is not in fear that i cry out,
But in defeat...
I will never be rid of your stench
Perhaps now i shall choke out pleas for mercy,
Death does not take pity...

[Seahorse]

I really like this one - excellent. The stalker - death the Grim Reaper.
A powerfully wrought poem.
Seahorse

[ronprice]

A world without autobiographical poetry is as hard for me to imagine as one without a mind.(The Autobiographical Passion: Studies in the Self On Show), Peter Steele, 1987, Melb UP, p.142.