My Shadow Hunts Me

Shadow!

My shadow!

My shadow is bitter.

A shadow that hunts.

Yes! My shadow hunts me.

Even when I am dreaming,

My shadow follows me there.

I see myself running headlessly.

What am I running from?

My Image!

With all my strength,

I try to detach away from it,

But all my effort remains futile.

For it is stuck unto me.

I shout at it!

I scream at it!

I wail at it!

But it replies me with jest.

It often scares away,

Beautiful flowers always.

My shadow became a bulwark around me.

For it wants to be the only one,

That can swize with me.

This is becoming a lifetime of torture.

Buried behind my scars,

Are my fake laughter.

I am aging with a crying heart.

And the length which my shadow,

As preyed and biting me by pinches.

No! I cried out!

It is enough.

I will turn myself,

Into a more darker image.

And engage the shadow in a wrestle.

And splinter all over the shadow,

Splinter the shadow that hunts

with GOLD!

Written By: ADEBAYO, Busayo.