Untitled (3/17/97)
I see the shadows
Waiting on the other side of sleep
Chasing through my dreams
I run
Because I cannot stand still
Afraid to stop, afraid to look back
I cannot turn and face what I fear
Mocking echoes
Behind me, ahead of me
Speak of safety that I cannot reach
And I can not wake
Until I turn and face finally
What I most fear-
Myself?
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© Amy Dotta, 2000