𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 [ⓗⓐⓗⓐⓗⓐ]

Afraid Of...

Pursued by a foreboding shadow,

threatening to strike.

I run as fast as I could, 

up the slopes and through the greens, nothing to lose now.

The dim kept making up for the lost time,

and my feet kept on its pace, my brain running along.

Would it be better if I stop? Should I keep running? Should I confront the demons now? Questions filling the realm of mind endlessly.

The possible maybes kept springing up, no indication of retreat.

Mom said once, "demons haunt you, 'cause you let them..."

So, should I stop now? Should I face it head-on now? The response to it was grim.

Maybe it was all in my head; my creation, my delusion. So, maybe I should stop my feet from rushing any further.

But, Mama, the thing is, I'm as yet apprehensive. 

Despite everything, I yearn for your protection.

For none of these would've chased me, if I was never there...