Shadows
The Light didn’t extend to the corners of the room
As the day goes on, the shadows crawl closer and closer to where I stand
And that’s where the evil and deranged lurked, in the darkness
I felt their eyes on me. But I’ve learned to keep my poker face. But not this time
The one thought that washed across my face. Fear.
I try to remember what it used to be like
But all I see is…
A ghost of a memory of you, a fragment
Your face appears in my mind and I feel a smile wash across mine.
Pigment of my imagination, or is it really you?
A mirage to save me from my misery for at least a little while.
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