The Shadows

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.