Confrontation

The sorrow that I feel is deeper than the darkest ocean.
The questions I need answered are higher than the highest mountain.
My imagination runs wild, playing tricks with my mind.
I sense things that I cannot see, making me quiver with fear.
Dark images formed in my head project on every corner.

He’s chasing after me like an evil creature of the night.
Running fast, I am reaching dead ends; soon I will be confronted.
Loud shouts, clumsy footsteps echo treacherously around me.
I know I am guilty, I know I cannot hide forever.
Yet I shall keep running, until one day I am found by him.

Please let me know what you think, and any ways I can improve this! I am proud to say - this is now my second piece!  

~*Dreamer*~