I always have a feeling its right behind me

But when I turn there's no one to be seen

I have a feeling that its inside me

In my head, in my thoughts, in my dreams

No matter how I try to get away

I never manage to escape

Through the smoke and through the rain

It follows me and brings its pain

I can always feel its eyes on me no matter where I go

It whispers to time and all of a sudden it goes slow

And I wonder through the haze if anyone can hear me scream

Life ripped at the seams

And who is my awfully horrible captor?

Who stole my life and my happy ever after?

Who stole my breath?

None other than death.

P.S This is not my original work. My friend wanted to write a poem. This is Hosanna’s work.