Walk Me Home please
I am being followed please help
Walk Me Home please
Walk me home.
There’s a man behind me,
his steps in sync with mine,
never too fast, never too slow—
just there.
The street is quiet.
Too quiet.
Like it’s waiting for something to happen.
Help Me Please will you ?
I don’t turn around.
I don’t run.
I just keep walking,
heart tight, breath shallow,
keys pressed between my fingers.
Walk me home.
Talk to me.
Make me look like I belong to someone.
Just until he is gone.
Just until I am home.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (1)
Believe it or not I felt the fear. Now-a-days no one is particularly safe walking alone. Good job.