The Shadows1 min 168 1 min 168
I see them with my wide eyes open.
I see them while my heart ponders.
A black shadow that speaks aloud about its existence.
I see the shadow beneath my bed.
I see them every day and everywhere.
It was pleasant before but has started haunting me now.
It was peaceful a few days back.
But eventually, it has succeeded in suffocating my windpipe.
I see them with my mouth open.
I see them with my trembling hands.
My soul shivers while I try to have a glimpse of the shadow.
I see them everywhere.
It has become a part of my routine now.
I see them as if I am chanting for their presence.
I see them even if I don't want to have a glance at them.
It is suffocating.
The shadows are omnipresent as I see them where ever I put my eyes into.