I shouldn't have walked home alone— The street feels colder than I’ve known.
Footsteps echo, not just mine, I glance behind but see no sign.
My keys shake quiet in my hand, A voice once warned, “Don’t trust the man.”
My chest is tight, my pace is fast, I pray each step won’t be my last.
I want to scream, but nothing comes. My thoughts are loud, my body numb.
Please, not tonight—not like this. I just want home. I just want peace.
This poem’s about that creepy feeling when you’re alone and can’t shake the sense someone’s behind you. Just trying to get home safe. We’ve all been there.