When Shadows Crawl

It's a description of memories flowing like an echolalia, words or moments heard and spoken over and over.. that sometimes you just assume everything will happen as what is dictated.

So, it's going to happen,
whether you like it or not.

The silence of comfort is fleetly fading,
There goes the noise, of footsteps nearing,
The wind seemed dry, you began to be breathless,
As the shadows walk out that door of mess.

Like a summon, it echoes until it's done.
Testing you in fire, rattles you in havoc.
Though I mostly hide, today I ran,
To move farther away - never to go back.