The sun rises. The sun sets. Day fades into night
Until night and day seem one
Shadows walk before me like gaunt demons
I am afraid of the shadows…but can’t escape
When I run, they run with me. Mocking my movements
I hate the shadows and hide in the dark.
Sometimes I wonder. Maybe they aren’t shadows after all
They seem so insubstantial. Barely there.
Like dreams of mist. Dim foggy caricatures
That haunt my demeanor
They sneer at me, and laugh harshly at my back
They think I don’t know
Or maybe, they just don’t care
I hate them sometimes, but I also envy them
I want to be them…or to destroy them
I really just want them to look at me…and SEE me
But I am a fool, because the shadows are too busy
To notice the light I carry within
I am like a disturbance
Like a harsh grating whine that disturbs them
The fly that never lands
An annoyance to be swatted
So they can go back to their restless realms
So I return to my prison
Unheard…soon forgotten
And even though they will never let me go
My jailors are unaware of my existence
Until I too become a shadow
A darkness in the heart that is soon forgotten
Long before I am dead and gone