Alex Arnot

Creeping Shadow

I watch the people walk along

Alone

Alone

Kindred, more with the dark that follows

 

Hiding

Gone

From a vibrant world that feels so wrong

Private

Lonesome

Long to consume, which I can’t swallow.

 

To the shadow, back I slither

Reaching for that which burns my skin

Here inside the dark I wither

With my own folly once again.

 

Where oblivion calls me back to rest

In somber sleep, my dreams protest.

In shackles of my own design,

I lose the key and stay confined.

 

Somewhere far beyond this cage

The darkness holding me shall fade

 

Distant dreams

Finally free

Someday soon?

No longer blue.