Past

Past

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings

Sometimes, you see it in the mirror.

Behind you.

Just.

Close, yet,

Far enough to bare.


You begin to notice outside of reflection.

Creeping up,

Ever so slightly.

Closer,

And closer.

Claustrophobicly so.


You, run.

Run faster than you ever have before.

If only to evade it for a few more moments.

But it's right there.

Behind as always.

Close enough to strangle you.

Close enough to whisper,

Right in your ear.


And so,

It does.


What are you afraid of?”

Asketh, _____

© 2016 The Poet of Black Wings


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The Poet of Black Wings
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