it amazes me the similarities in the way some of us feel. after reading the above poem, i wanted to show how close the feelings are. this is one i wrote a couple weeks ago. bear in mind that i am not a poet.

Shadows

I can feel the hot breath of depression
As he steadily creeeps closer on my heels.
I can see the shadow of his arms encircling
all that is within;my heart in terror reels.

It's too late; he has swallowed all of me.
His fowl stench has overcome with fear and strife.
Must I stop his advances by forfeit of this life?

I can see now a little glimmer of a disappearing hope,
And I feel my heart beat faster as toward it I race.
With all I have I'm reaching--there!It's just ahead!
Then comes his shadow fingers reaching, stretching 'round my face.

Will I ever see the brightness of the sun again?
And feel the warmth of a love that grows?
Will I ever feel contentment with my life?
Or will this empty, shaking shell be forever all that shows?

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