This poem was inspired after a late night at the neighbor's house watching the Vampire Diaries. After walking home in the dark this is what I wrote:
Paranoid
What's that sound?
Should I slowly sneak a peak?
Quick turn around!
...no that was nothing.
Just a bird,
Or a squirrel,
Or maybe a deer.
The path is fading,
As memories turn to fears.
Should I stop?
No, there is something back there.
Keep moving...
You're safe.
But it is getting dark...
And cold.
What's that?
There it is!
I see the light
Just a few steps further...
That wasn't so bad.
Next time I'll bring someone along.
...Or maybe I am just paranoid
