Dark Contemplation

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It’s dark. You watch me from the other side

So dark. You don’t even need to hide

I can’t see you, but you see me

Even though I don’t want to be

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I’m dressed in black, hood up, unknown

But you see me, my cover’s blown

I turn around, retrace my steps

You follow in my footsteps

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I can’t see you, but you see me

I feel as if someone’s watching me

My hairs stand on end, my pace quickens

I start to run, the plot thickens

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I stop, hands on my knees

I used to run with ease

Now I’m a mess, exhausted, out of breath

Running from or towards my death?

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Inspired by: Writing Prompt 1 (October-November 2020):

http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/writing-prompts/

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