There’s a
shadow hanging over me, surrounding me,
Bugging me,
embracing me,
If I turn
around it’s there, if I turn my back it’s there,
It won’t
fight with me, it won’t let me be,
Quicksand
swallowing me,
With caressing
claws and bitter-sweet grins,
A shadow
lurking around me,
Not
attacking, but never departing,
Following
me, hunting me, haunting me,
I can’t
fight it, I can’t ignore it
A black
shadow I can’t see…
I bet this was the fog outside influencing your poetry. It's so Bacoviesque!
ResponderBorrarhahahahha, you got it right, it's about depression and incomprehensible dark feelings...but let's not blame poor fog, cause I really like fog, weird I know, but I like it just as I like snow
Borrar