Running From The Shadows 

Darkness rears its ugly head

Pushing at the door

Begging to be let in

Until you can’t stand it any more

It huffs and it puffs and it blows

Shadows all throughout your brain

Creating much confusions

Showing you much disdain

As much as you don’t want it there

You are uncertain what to do

You want to run from the shadows

You want the edges to be soothed

In the end you strengthen

Or you succumb to all the pain

Until it bleeds you dry

You will never be the same

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by Bill Ferguson

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