The inflicted torment would ease,
my restraints be released,
if the shadows that stalk me
would disappear –
A clear purpose
in place of fear
as they blur in the cement
and drown in the pavement.
If only the demons that chase me
would turn away –
approach invisibility,
increasingly fade
into a blurred mirage,
an adjacent facade,
I could be free.
Impossible weights
try to force me in place –
insisting a mandatory fate.
Choking on screams
as they invade my dreams,
I hear the taunts
as they gain speed.
Focusing on my weakness,
they aim to feed.
The shadows are quick,
unbearably thick
with forceful strength –
they have all but won.
I’m left without choice:
Forfeit. Or run.