the creature

the creature is a silent companion, bounded by light and movement, it lives tethered to me, yet just out of reach. it does not breathe, but merely follows, haunting and clinging endlessly, as if woven into the fabric of my being. it is heavy with the weight of what i carry, silent burdens that stretch behind me, molded by every step i take. 

every past movement, decision and dialogue is etched into it, often i want to move on, but it never does. the creature lingers immortal, eternally vowed to me. 

and so i run, away from mistakes and regrets, praying for a chance to forget pain, but it remains, living in the darkness tied to my body. i tell myself i have forgotten and recovered, nothing but a mere illusion, for the creature is never far behind enough. 

the brighter the light in my life, the darker it becomes, dwelling along, like a reminder of the souls I've wronged once or the times of weakness i still have. no space too vast, no distance too great to escape its grasp, twisting itself into the ground i stand on. there is no escape, to such an unyielding formidable creature.  

look around in your current state and realise this creature is with you too, born from the absence of light, shadowing each movement of yours.