Title: the shadow Author: jmang33
sight is such a dreary gift the winter's chill echoes life sways to and fro in his breeze and the sullen streets in the dark, alas fill me with seething indifference albeit we waltz the empty streets when street lamps flicker and carbon beasts, lay rest only this hour I will be free as the night consumes our shadow so leaves the other three whom quarrel back and forth into the void, smoke, enshrouds a vice an err to suffer, alone, clasped in incapable of summers touch or lovers bounty "Talk!" mental chatter urging but denial The light is still the dark drifting in seas of fluid eyes arising to the surface this is the shadows time seeking tribal groups to share selfish thoughts with unanimous decision I stand within crying in the back but saying nor feeling, a thing I wait until the day whispers leave alone screams depart clarity is found but he always waits for me beckoning inviting himself in and I wait, alone, with him Comments on "the shadow"
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