Shadows

Letters cast long shadows on this page.
They lengthen and slide off;
they cover me.

I sleep in them.

This page tells my story and I avert my eyes.
I tighten my knees.

Like a dramatic film,
the letters might draw me in and never let me go;
the shadows might follow me
and dig pits for stiff-kneed sleep walkers
such as myself.

I might fall backward as my eyes race past the words
toward the end.

I skate past the chore of failure
impulsive and impatient,
looking for the end

But there is no such ending

Only shadows.