When the dark looms

When the dark looms the thoughts start to boil up.
The shadow keeps getting closer, constant rhythm, won’t stop, won’t go slower,
but it doesn’t reach here and it never will.
Every night the same.
Tension grows up, it’s getting more and more unbearable, but in the end
the sun comes up again.
Was it all true? Or was it all a lie?
What are we playing? who is evading us?
It appeared again. It comes closer, I can almost touch it, but I can’t reach.
It never leaves. It never stays.
And now, early undereye circles.
Where are you??

Modelo: Ángels Pérez