GHOST STREET

Walking alone on the street
Everything quiet
A deafening silence
But thousand shadows chase me
Anonymous
Silent
As if they are dead
Trying to keep pace with me
I fear to look behind
As if something stops me
The shadows get darker
Thicker fatter
Revealing them slowly
Every moment every second
They seem to be familiar
I have met them once
Their expressions seem to remind me
Something I fail to remember
Pointing at me sarcastically
Whispering about me in shear silence
Frightening me
They want to tell me something
I am weakening every moment
Losing myself in bits and pieces
Getting shattered
Broken
A deafening silence
I fear to look behind
I think I have recognized them
How could I not…
I look behind
The shadows disappear…