Long before I had begun to know

i had a fear of growing old

i counted the days that have come to pass

Here all alone

In the Back

Trapped inside my head

Desperately trying to escape

This sense of impending doom

All alone

In my candle lit room

 

Do I claim to know 

For sure that these shadows

Are not just imitating 

But rather communicating

It is so frustrating 

Watching them morph in my peripheral world

 

Maybe I'll never be truly alone

Maybe more than one 

Has decided to call me home