May 15
Don’t Look Back
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.
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.
