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Stalked Poem

Updated on December 11, 2017
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Dabby Lyric has been a poet for 17 years. She enjoys dabbling into many genres and forms of the art. She writes to inspire others.

Have You Ever Been Stalked?
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Stalked

He watched Her…

in plain sight.

No ski mask or

darkened alley

to cause fright.


Her…

Her?

NO!

ME…I!


He drove off

once “I” found shelter-

from Him.


I was a teenager-a child.



I was a teenager-a child.

He was an Adult.

He was My Stalker.


A nameless victim-

I soon became.


To Mother I went

to finally vent.

The whole picture,

she did not see.


My mind was tainted

for the view painted

was of a young man,

not a grown ass one.


She thought I

was well-liked

by trusting eyes-

not wicked ones.


We didn’t treat

it like a crime.

Scared to bring heat

and drop a dime.


Parents were divorced

and living apart.

I feared this would force

Pops to catch a case.


The predator finally

cornered his prey-discreetly.


We were at the mall.

He, with trusting wife.


Me, with loving Mom.


I froze…


“When I see you walking,

I want to pick you up.”


He revealed his wish-

wish I’d made him pay.

Those sickening words

Haunt me till this day.


To Mom, I ran-

from this sick man.


Comfort me, she did.

Behind her, I hid.

Yet, fingers never dialed

the ones who profile.


I felt like Rockwell

With his cult classic-

“Somebody’s Watching Me.”

I knew it all too well!

Being stalked was indeed scary.

Wish I’d narced from the start.

Sadly, it is a part

of my traumatic history.


My body, NEVER touched!

My soul, wasn’t spared as much!


A decade later,

our paths crossed

once more.


He asked if

I was the girl

who lived with

her Mother.


I FROZE…

I LIED…

I TRIED…


to run but

my legs had

lost their guts.



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He recounted his

stalker-happy days

of watching me walk

home from the schoolbus.


If I had a gun

I would’ve

killed HIM!


He gave up the ghost

and slithered away.


Refueled car of gas

which I did pre-pay.


These Haunting scenes stay

on repeat like clock-work.

I pray that He wasn’t

a repeat offender.


He watched ME…

Who is watching YOU?!

Have you or someone you know ever been stalked?

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© 2017 Dabby Lyric

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    Dabby Lyric 6 days ago from US

    Thanks for featuring another of my poems on here! It's appreciated.