Out in the cold, the dark of night barely kept at bay by the moon's soft glow,
wandering deep in the forest, I travel alone,
yearning for something I cant name,
hoping to unveil the unknown.
I come to a pond and stare into the water,
A lonely reflection stares back at me,
the onyx pool, undisturbed, holds like glass the still image of the phantom on the other side,
silent in wait for me to scream it away,
to say anything in protest,
to deny what it shows me in myself.
I know why its here...
this nightmare follows wherever I go.
my shadow, never close enough to harm,
but never far enough to grant me a moment of peace...
my ignorant bliss.
sometimes I want to forget,
to let it all go,
to bury the past.
yet I still cant break free of my own shackles
remnants of a life I used to know.
how long has it been this way?
will I ever break free of myself?
will I ever unhear its whispers?
or will this echo haunt me forever?