The hair prickling at the back of your neck,
your breath getting faster and faster...
surrounded by people, yet:
a tingling sense of being alone.
alone with shady dark figure.
you can't excape, but neither can it.
it disappears but is always there:
a living thing but just an outline.
a feeling of relation part of yourself.
you don't know it;
but your greatest most loyal companion:
Your shadow.
YOU ARE READING
Anthology Of Precious- Poems♡♡
Teen FictionLove, hate, sadness, joy. I wrote a lot of poems, at first i wasn't really a poem person, now i write it quite often actually. They are weird in my special way but the overall message is deep and very relevant and ecologically valid. I do write ran...
