Sitting here all on my own;
My roommates here but still alone.
Swiftly; quietly, the shadow approaches.
I cry out in fear, but nobody notices.
An eerie chill creeps up my spine
“Are you ok?” “Oh yeah, I’m fine.”
I smile big, to show I’m bold,
But then the panicking takes hold.
The shadow’s hand wraps around my throat,
It holds on tight; does not let go.
I want to cry, but hold it in.
I will not let the shadow win.
It holds me down, watching me squirm,
But in the end I must hold firm.
The next day comes,
Light filters in.
I knew that in the end I’d win.
Yet still I remember the fear; the pain.
And I know the shadow shall come again