Tag: Writing

There’s a shadow there

At the bottom of my head

It lingers, mocking me

Doesn’t follow my every move

Dances instead at its own will

I stare it down

Does it stare back?

Or does it live at its own beat

Do I perceive everything wrong

No

Friendly shadows don’t exist

I followed you

You closed your fist and

I closed mine

You jumped in front of trains

and I followed

Not for love

Not free will

But it was when that light

Infinite and bright

Shined on me

That every shadow

Scattered away

Don’t ask me if I care.