Lingering Shadows

October 25, 2007
By Mallory Harwood, Woodcliff Lake, NJ

His presence sinks my heart
Slowly falling to the pit of darkness that leads to my soul

His presence brings me regret
Slowly falling through the empty spaces that circulate my mind

His presence delivers sorrow
Slowly falling from my lonely eyes once so filled with passion

His presence brings nostalgia
Experiences I’ve worked so hard to chase out of my memory

His presence is like a lingering spirit
And a shadow that constantly chases my body

And as much as I try to run away
His presence will always be my tail

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