I turn around and there it is,
In the shadows slowly creeping.
I run away but it finds me,
And leaves me on the ground weeping.
I'll think I've finally lost it,
Then I'll see it crawling on the ground.
It follows me everywhere,
Always whispering, telling me to turn around.
I try to outrun it, but I can't,
It's just waiting for me to fall.
It always catches me,
Eventually getting me backed into a wall.
It always leaves,
But only after the damage is done.
Forcing me to face the consequences,
Of the battle that it won.
For a while I'm safe, because it's gone,
But it soon comes back.
Then it starts following me again,
And I brace myself for the next attack.
A contest entry
- Your Best Pre-write of 2007 by Metaphorist.
900 points, ended January 4, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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I guess that noone can really ever escape their past. No matter how badly we may want too. This is a great write. I love the way it's written.
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Yeah, I like this especially the vagueness of what chases you as I think everyone could put themselves into the perspective of the victim because we all have something that haunts us, whether it be a bad memory, a bad decision, a secret, etc. Well done!
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i really like this poem. but what does it mean?
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i think when i wrote this i was feeling depressed. thinking about the razor again. it's like it continues to follow me. and my past follows me to, everything that's happened including stuff i blame myself for. and then it just screws me up
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