There a shadow that's stuck to my heels from the day I was born, and it grows longer and darker in time. My days break with light and possibilities before they trickle like runoff into the guttural black. This shadow thickens in the night calling out in a hoarse whisper to stop resisting solitude and surrender to the inescapable cold of death. I swallow light and remedial spoonfuls of life as a man seeks to shake an irritating cough. "Im loved and never alone" I say aloud from the walls of the cage I live. The shadow grows as I lay still with my heart withering with sadness within. I spend each day dying and imaging love.
Breathing shallow and deep sighs I lose myself.
The shadow waits for me as death is an inevitably, but I tell you sometimes he's so damn impatient.
