Chasing Freedom 

I’m running away but constantly being caught 

 

I cover my ears but the screaming voices have already entered my mind 

 

Begging to be freed my plea falls silent like the last leaf on a tree bracing for the harsh winter that visits every year 

 

The more I make an attempt to escape I am brought in even closer to the toxic temptation to drink the poison I am so desperately trying to refuse

 

I feel so alone but yet my voice is not the only one I hear, as the whispers flood into my head ready to consume my soul 

 

Yearning for freedom I try again only to trip over yet another trick that keeps me shackled 

 

Being chased by something so malevolent, so vile, but invisible to my eyes creates a true feeling of terror I continuously underestimate 

 

I shall keep sprinting from this shadow that has attached itself to my being, hoping to one day be comfortable with just I, as I am