Shadow 
This shadow follows me 
In the morning I see him 
In the afternoon I see him 
At night, I become blind 
It's like he twined my thoughts together 
To make me feel al light as a feather 
He comes from the dark 
That is when he larks 
He haunts me, I'm scared to move 
But that only proves 
That I am scared of the dark 
when I sleep I think of a mark 
Slowly moving up and down 
To help me concentrate without a frown 
He gives me all these thoughts 
That I just do not want 
Filling my head with nonsense 
At night I always feel so dense 
I shouldn't listen to it 
But I can't help but hear the truth 
At this point I'm at my youth 
I see him in my room at night 
Always wishing to turn on the light 
His big red eyed watch me at night
as I lay down and say "goodnight"
He over hears me and says "sleep tight" 
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- Published: April 21st, 2016 11:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Overthinking kills
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