I saw him again…

Dark, standing and looking at me.

He is observing… contemplating… he is assuming.

He is my shadow.

I heard him again.

The words are reverberating.

He is screaming… confronting… he is heckling.

He is my soul.

I have to deal with them again.

I have to make a stand once more.

They tried to stop me.

They said I won’t be able to do it.

They are convinced I ain’t good.

Now is the time to face the two.

I will write again.