He walks the streets at night

He walks the streets at night

Simply to get to his destination

No one knows the fear that grips him

At every corner or shadowy gateway


He grips his house keys in his fist

The latch key protrudes

Tonight will be different he thinks

Tonight he will make a stand


As he rounds the corner

His senses heighten

Unwelcome Butterflies

Compound the thrashing of his heart


Then, a sigh of relief

The coast is clear

He sprints the last mile

Until he is home safe, this time at least

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