Shadowlands rough
I'm living in shadowed lands
Filled with faces I used to know.
But while I stood there still and tall,
the faces continue to grow.
Now they leave me one by one
And I'm constantly on the run
From the things I have not done
From the things I wish I'd done
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I got the idea of this yesterday. But didn't write it down. Now I can't remember exactly how it goes. Espessially the 4th line. Any ideas on what it could be? How do you like the rest of the poem?