I am wondering in this valley
With a shadow
Called death
Desperately trying every trick
To inhale my last breath
As the shadow kneels
It does everything in its power
To make me feel
What is not real
Peel me of my iniquities
My infidelities
This shadow plays mind games with me
It’s crazy in here!
And i can hear the sounds
That tries to keep me bound
To thine own self be true
I’m running from my shadow
Like that scary clown from school
I am screaming out for help
I am doomed to the top shelf
Like a broken piece of china
Labeled
Afflicted!
Addicted!
It’s the wicked things I tell myself
Whew!
It’s crazy in here!
And that thing
That silly thing
That god awful thing
Called fear
Keeps echoing between my ears
And all I can hear
Is
It’s crazy in here!
Here
Here
Here
Echoing
It’s crazy in here!
Here
Here
Here
mentalnotes1 
I hope you´llk soon will be published and famous. Like your poem.
LoL, well I am already published but still not famous,,,lol I wont hold my breath Immanuell (:
Some places, some times, living, dancing between the shadows and light, life writes its tales along an inside fluctuating curve to a barrel’s momentum across land, air and water, but when in the deepest of valleys, ravines, day will reach inside, in a time to stretch and climb with broken bones, shreded limbs, to then just walk out and up into the open vast to a mind’s land in wait… What I found while reading
Wow, you found a lot while reading Mr. Seanbidd, but you always do, so poet.
Its crazy in here! (:
Then bend the bars and slip through (: