The World Past Me

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever. ” – Aleksandar Hemon

The dark shadows of the bodies,
Forever following.
Just down in the night,
When the scared
Hide.
Comes up with the sun,
The shadow of all.
Mystery, fear, jealousy, doubt.
It camouflages the naked emotions,
With it’s darkest colors.
Fragile, disturbed,
It changes shape.
Still, it forever follows,
Never leaving sight.
The sun goes down. At night,
It is dead.
Though people fear the
Moving shadows,
Who’s shadow is it? Not me.
Then who?

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