“There’s a killer on the road”…

This powerful, suspenseful poem chilled me.

Eye Will Not Cry

dark-man

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Lost within his life’s direction…
He took the wrong train connection…
His destination is unknown…

His eyes survey the gathered crowd…
A quiet coach, no noise allowed…
He sees her sat alone…

Keeping her eyes on the book…
She was bewitched by just one look…
She’s chilled to the bone…

She doesn’t even know his name…
His evil crimes or hidden shame…
Or his heart that’s made of stone…

He’s craving her undivided attention…
She’s floating in an air of tension…
Into confusion she is thrown…

Trying to avoid his charming stare…
It could be fun, if she’d only dare…
Common sense on hold…

A spark of innocent conversation…
Ignites thoughts of dark temptation…
Her confidence has grown…

She begins flirting with her hair…
In his trap, shes now been snared…
She plays with her phone…

Fallen for his devilish smile…
His journey becoming more worthwhile…
But time has…

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1 thought on ““There’s a killer on the road”…

  1. Eek. I need a dislike button, LOL.

    You are right, that is a chilling poem. It reminds me of a night… about 20 years ago… when I went to a 12-step meeting that was being held in the basement of an old church in a high crime area. I felt emotional during the meeting, so I went outside into the church’s inner courtyard for some fresh air, to calm myself down.

    I sat on a bench in the darkened courtyard, leaned my head back against the brick building, and looked up into the starry night sky. It was very quiet and peaceful, with no one around. Then, after a few minutes, a young guy that I had seen at that meeting before came walking into the courtyard. He saw me sitting there and, instead of going into the meeting as he had been about to do, he sat down beside me and asked if I was alright. I said yes, I was fine, I had just needed some air.

    Suddenly his eyes got a terrible look in them… I could see it by the ambient street light. He looked at me like a wolf looking at prey, then he quickly looked all around the courtyard. In that moment I somehow knew that he was looking to see if the coast was clear, if he could kill me and get away with it! The feeling/thought in my head was so strong, it was like a sixth sense alerting me, telling me that he was about to jump up and stab me! I was about to jump up and run away, when I heard some people coming up the basement stairs… so I leaped up and ran past those people down the stairs to the safety of the large group that was still gathered there. I will never know for sure if I was right, that he was about to kill me just for the sick thrill of it… but that horrible look in his eyes, and the way he looked all around to see if we were alone… yikes. Some people are so evil they kill just for fun. That was what I saw in his eyes. Evil… and the anticipation of a sick thrill.

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