Looking Into the Darkness

This is one of my poems I made a year ago or so -- when I was still going through depression, before I went for help. It seems like during my depression, I felt more creative with my writing. It might sound strange, but I sort of miss it, for that reason.

I look out my window
And all I can see,
Is the darkness of night,
Staring back at me.

I wonder and ponder,
What could it be?
What terrible thing,
Could be waiting for me?

It's nothing,
It's no one,
Just a shadow you see,
For out there waiting
In that darkness is me.

The End

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