The Stalker (poem) by Phillip William Allen on AuthorsDen

The Stalker
by Phillip William Allen → (All Poetry by Phillip William Allen)
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She’s felt his presence often to her he’s something feared stalking her forever seeming to never leave her side leaving tiny reminders she wishes he’s disappear He follows her every moment slips in where she resides daring her to do something trap him if she can but her efforts are all in vain even sleep which is restless never frees him from her mind What can she do to mislead him a different hairstyle or disguise seems nothing sways her tormentor help is a useless course for whom could she turn to hear her fears of him so near inside her heart it races everywhere she turns he’s there No police or federal agents would she dare to cast her pleas insane would be their comments absurd would be her words no proof of trespass or person assault is not the case how can she end this silent stalking free herself from his confines she runs yet cannot hide From here to there and every where her well being races to and fro dare she sit but for a moment and risk more of his unreasoned anger more marks upon her skin anguish buried within her mind depleting her of resources stealing what’s rightfully hers using her for his personal canvas her body for his spiteful pleasure In almost every store front she looks and he is there dashing away to silent shadows to a house where blinds are closed in the bathroom once again he finds her she shivers then gives in acceptance letting him take her soul and will she lets him do as he’s done to others yet finds he commits no ghastly crime to a mirrored image she admits defeat and gives in to father time. © 4-4-09 Phillip William Allen “Yes this pen applies to both genders”

Reviewed by Sherie Giuliante

Reviewed on June 10, 2011

This has touched me and showed me more truth than what so many others words have instilled in me. Though I may be "crazy" in some peoples minds i know exactly this same feeling and it is not a good one. You have captured the fear and of being worried of ppl thinking the person is "crazy" so eloquintly. This peice has touched my heart and makes me think. Great writing!!!

Reviewed by CJ Heck

Reviewed on June 9, 2011

This is wonderful writing, Phillip ... I can't say I blame her for avoiding him. I sure do! Excellent work.
Hugs,
CJ

Reviewed by Linda Zebsokey

Reviewed on April 19, 2009

True poetry speaks many messages to differing souls. You have accomplished this well in "The Stalker," Phillip. Time, or at least aging, stalks us all--yet those of us who have experienced the terror of physical, emotional, or sexual abuse, see another sinister figure who hovers beyond the reach of the law in his duplicity. This poem speaks on many levels. Well done my friend.

Linda

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on April 6, 2009

Once again excellent writing...enjoyed very much indeed..have a wonderful and safe evening..Hugssss

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on April 5, 2009

Scary, I have been there, I am sad to say. It is a violation that sits beneath your skin, escape is never an option. Police are not quick to help, reminding you and you have no recourse in public places, where stalkers are concerned. Until he/she makes their move, which might well be fatal, there is little that one can do in their own defense. You paint the picture too well, it stirs up old emotions in me...it is a trap. The only thing that one can do is move far, far away, leaving the comforts and familiar surroundings of their life, behind. A victim has no power so no matter the cost, it is best for them to go to a place where they can have control over their life again. Nice to read you again, TD.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 4, 2009

Most Outstaning Phillip!!

Welcome back!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Would that we all be blind and a person's soul and substance be of import. It's sad the lengths people go through to try and look young. Liked the analogy you used, Phillip. The "stalker" is powerless without vanity. Excellent!

Reviewed by Cryssa C

You built the fear up in me during the lines...and then left me smiling with that last line. Well done!
Cryssa :~)

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Karla, and Jeanette the stalker is nothing more than ones fear of father time (The predator)catching up with them. Some grow older gracefully, yet others try to outrun father time only to find in the end he catches all.

Reviewed by Michelle Mills

You had me going with this one Duck. Well done! Blessings, Michelle

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Excellent, Phillip. I, too, think the predator is fear ... well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

I don't know if I interpreted your poem correctly, but I perceived that the stalker is "fear" that we all have as we go through life. It is always with us, but it serves a good purpose because it challenges us to move past obstacles in our way. Your poem is an nteresting write.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva