I run.
It follows – everywhere – it follows.
My shoulders slump into their rehearsed state.
My head – excruciatingly sluggish – lowers to grimace at the ground.
Darkness returns like an old friend enveloping the air.
Suffocating me.
Engulfing me into it.
Devouring, almost.
Almost?
Water appears beneath my view.
Staring back at me is not a huge figure.
Staring back at me is not vicious.
Not malicious or malevolent.
What is this?
I turn my head and see it.
The familiarity sets in.
The water – abandoned.
The hope – abandoned.
Life – abandoned.
Shadow.
I look behind – it follows.
The old friend hugs me tight.
Devoured.
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Poetry
PoetryIsn't my title just so creative?! These are some of my pieces. There's not really a genre or a format to any and all of my poetry. The whole anthology is pretty unorganized and chaotic - kind of like my head haha - so please bear with me. Delve insi...
