I hear the darkness screaming my name.
I’ve been having some good days,
But it won’t let me get away,
Not that easily.

It stalks me down the street;
Hunting my joy,
Trying to scare it away.
It digs its claws into my legs,
And begs me to stay.
It howls and yelps,
Whimpering that it misses how we used to play.
The scary part is
I think I sometimes miss it too