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,
a memory...
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?
