Here Come the Shadows
And here come the shadows
Swaddling me in its sheets
Until I wrestle myself free
But each time it gets harder
And I want to give up
Until my head pokes through
And my lips taste the air
It moves me to try more
To wiggle free from the shackles
And the clearness tastes so good
Like rain in a cracking desert
But then they turn the water off,
Someone steals the sun,
And once again,
The black shadow creeps over me,
Sucking me inside
Copyright © Julia Romano | Year Posted 2017
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