Running From ... Me

Eradicated souls cry out in monotone words of discontent
Screaming in such hatred with horrid voices that mourn to vent

And yet you still stand there on a pedestal made for your feet
A set in stone correlation, holding back words you wish to excrete

Well I raise my hand in solitude and shout what you will not
For I refuse to be the soul that which started the conflict before the plot

Here begins my story, while the beginning may seem unclear
I tell it with an open tongue, mind, and somewhat open ear

Twas not long ago, I say, is when it all took flight
A lonesome haunted shadow followed my footsteps in the night

In my mind, my brain, my heart, I felt it all around
Subtle movements in kind nature and it never made a sound

But secretly it captured me and held me in its icy hold
Where the air in your lungs is numbing with angry cold

It spoke to me in riddles with a catchy wisp
I was hoping to find it's face, but I didn't catch a glimpse

I ran up and down staircases in my mind trying to see it's face
But everywhere I looked to find, it had not left a trace

But then one day I stumbled upon a piece of reflecting glass
And what I saw when I looked inside was a reflection I couldn't see past

The reflection was familiar, I'd seen those eyes before, I know
It mustn't be real, this glass is lying a cold distrust did it bestow

I crumbled to my shaking knees and bent over to cradle my head
With falling tears coming from my eyes, and thoughts to wish me dead

It seems, all along, I have been chasing the one to call my own
Chasing corners and broken stairways, afraid I was alone

But only to find myself in captivity of my own neglecting self
It shall not be an enemy, it was none other, there was no one else

...But this is where my story ends, I cannot tell you anymore
Because what happened next, I don't know if it's for sure.

**** Ever find yourself hiding .............................. from yourself? ************