Mortality

Last night a shadow came to me.
Linked arms and took me on a journey.
It took me to places I didn't want to go.
It whispered things I didn't want to know.

A soft pillow brushing my arm.
Its smothering presence had me alarmed.
Shadow why do you want me?
Are there secrets you want me to see?

We walk side by side.
There is nowhere I can hide.
I shake my arm.
Try to brush you off, but still you remain. 

My step faltering, as your shape you keep altering.

Perhaps you will go as you came.
I hope.. but I doubt.
I know nothing will ever be the same.

We walk together now.

© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw