My Shadow
My Shadow: Drew L
Category: Writing and Poetry
He called me failure he called me waste
He reminded me of my loss
He spoke of my disgrace
I escaped his grasp running as fast as I could
I ran through the streets and into the woods
Steadily behind me he kept up the pace
Reminding me of my faults all along the way
At the bed of the river I fell to my knees
I felt as if I had been running for days even weeks
Tired and broken I sent out a plea
Please sir, please just let me be
Just to turn and realize I had been running from me
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