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Hi friends, Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome. I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild, I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time. Please come back from time to time and read some more. I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read. Have a nice day. William Sinclair Manson. MY INTERVIEW WITH ROBERT HEWITT Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

THE STALKER.

He hides behind the bushes
spying on his latest prey
who knows why he does it
no one will say.
A mind so torn with infatuation
scared he will be caught
remaining in his camouflage
choking on his snot.
For weeks he has been watching?
his stalking out of control
insecurities blind him
dodging a Police patrol
Innocent distractions
fixated by his actions
will he ever let her know?
he fears for her reaction.
Eventually she notices
him glancing from the trees
who is he why is he here?
she starts to feel the sleaze.
In the morning she opens the window blinds
to face a brand new day
when she closes them again at night
he will not go away.
In his mind this is innocent
as he confronts her wanting to speak
I wonder if she will think bad of me
will she think I'm a freak!
But alas the fear grows fiercer
he cannot find a way
instead he looms in the shadows at night
and continues in the day.
The stalking over takes him
he cannot live his life
he wants this girl so badly
Will she be my wife?
His stalking days are numbered
as the Police close in on his trail
and once more is arrested

and held without any bail.
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