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A Shadow in the Night
  I hear my own footsteps
  On the concrete.
  There is no light,
  I'm alone in the darkness,
  Eeriness of the night.
  Though I try to prevent it,
  My heart beats like a racehorse
  Increasing speed by the second,
  Competing with no remorse.
  My coat provides no warmth
  To the terrifying feeling that eats at my core.
  I remind myself,
  While shivering,
  Not to take this path anymore.
  It is impossible to see,
  Yet I notice something
  Coming ‘round
  Next to me.
  Instead of beating quicker,
  My heart completely stops
  I begin to feel sicker
  Then I already was.
  I move at a different pace
  Faster and faster
  The way sprinters do
  In an Olympic race.
  The thing was still there,
  It didn’t have an outline,
  Smell,
  Or wicked stare.
  It was more of a sense,
  I felt it inside,
  I sweat and slowed my breathing;
  Then lost all my pride.
  I wanted to get home
  Away from this beast.
  I wanted to be far;
  A mile away at least.
  I wanted to escape from the cage
  The shadow put over me.
  I wanted to get be safe
  From the shadow in the night.

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I wrote this poem just simply making it up as I went, with a little critiquing here and there. I'm pretty proud of it, and I'm sure you'll like it just as much as I do.