CREEPING SHADOWS

By Willa Woodhouse

As I walk across the ice coated grass

It crunches beneath my feet

I pull my coat closer

As thoughts pass through my mind

Of how innocent

And naïve one used to be

Memories of a much young self

Dances before my eyes

I miss being so free

As I grow older

The chains get tighter

As lines upon my face deepen

I may still be young

But I feel as old as the sun

Heart is heavy

Mind is full of broken thoughts

And many things left unsaid

I sit

Stare

And wonder what the future will hold

It seems to grow darker as days drag by

Times like these where I long to turn back the clock

Back to a time where my world was not contaminated by demons

That I could never outrun

I turn my head as I hear my name being called

I sigh

Stand

And leave to carry my tired feet

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