or which one is is more powerful
to spread it’s darkness upon me
the silent walker’s, ever present as my shadow
When I turn or hide they follow
Especially in the light, but also obscured
My empty effort to hide from the ominous
My companions, my stalkers
Different in their tormenting ways
As I turn quickly to face one
The others manage to escape
Hiding yet lurking in the depths of days
Waiting, just waiting to strike
When I least expect them
Which affliction will show it’s face
And which one do I challenge the race
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