Vigorously running from the shadow that is me
I take a glimpse behind, running with more intensity
I cringe at the impulse to go back and end the chase
Knowing wounds from the past can never be erased
Pleading mutely to the dim light ahead
A ghost among the living, both alive and dead
At a loss of warmth, welcoming the cold
Gagged by blackness, I do what I am told
Dwelling upon nothing, listening to silence
Being joined with the shadow, attempting no defiance
Numbness takes over, I stop eruptly
Letting myself become the shadow that is me
