20. Silhouette

Late night poems hit different

lonely nights spent in a hollow room

one time he saw a silhouette, a loom

taking a step forward he decided to walk

never reaching the shadow, he was stuck in a loop

but giving up was not an option even though he'd spent years chasing

hungry for the freedom, he walked for hours daily

just enough to get his hands on the figure so he could use him for escape

he didn't want to beg nor ask for help, he wanted to be free of his pain

finally the day came when he reached the silhouette

his hands trembled as he extended them to quench

his thirst of years, he wanted nothing but revenge

for he was thrown in the pit, hurt; he was innocent

but the trembling hands passed right through the outline

he wanted to kill, end the vile

for he was innocent, the silhouette was a vice

he took a step

once

twice

then thrice

for him to understand that it himself in the silhouette's disguise