Shadows Turn Poem by Christopher Ray

When the shadows turn,

It's like a knifes edge,

Cutting your world to pieces,

You sit there hopeless,

Despair overtaking,

the fear is overwhelming,

You hide; it find you,

Nothing you can do,

Tears flowing down your face,

The blade reaches your wrist,

As the depression flows with the droplets,

You smile because you think its gone,

Until you realize its back again,

It hurts but you feel nothing,

As your breath get shorter,

Your body gets weaker,

Until you find your escape,

You're happy