The darkness out there,
whispering in the night sky of fantasies held within as they hide.
Shameless it is, a fool in the night time basking in its own light while I wither away held by my thoughts.
They arise triumphant, gasping for air as they emerge from the pit of forsaken identity.
Around my neck I feel its hold restricted breathing I try break free but all I feel is the cold crisp air of winters night.
Elevated to its highest form I can now see the evil that is to be my shadow.
About the Creator
melissa Nwako
My passion is creative writing especially poetry. I love creating writing when inspired by emotion or things I see.
The stress of university can really get to me so writing is my somewhat my stress relief.
I hope you enjoy my writing
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