Man in the shadows at the end of the street, I see you.
I saw you cross the road, I see you stop.
It is midnight in suburban London.
You have no reason to stop there.
When there is a lone woman walking behind you.
I stop before my path crosses yours,
Run through my garden gate and into my house,
Only realising as my key turns in the lock,
That now you know where I live.
– Cat
Location: Streatham Hill, London, UK
Kari says
This poem is so sad. I feel the fear of the person in the poem who feels unsafe while walking to her home. There needs to be more legislation regarding women’s’ safety.
beckie weinheimer says
what a sad poem, but beautifully written!