Shadows

escape the darkness,
escape the black,
escape the abyss,
escape it all.

how are you suppose to feel,
when your shadow follows you,
close behind?
its icy fingers grasping your flesh,
its evil passion,
its unholy lust.

Then you see the colours,
so close to reach,
beautiful, engrossing.
happiness.
You can almost feel them.

Then there's the realisation,
that your shadow is close behind,
tracing your footsteps,
waiting.

An obstacle,
casts darkness,
letting your shadow dance,
and the light,
is all a fantasy,
Because you can only watch
from afar
and gaze.

You are caught,
the never ending reality.
it's there.
Holding you dearly
like you're its child.