Shadows

The depression kicks in with retaliation

The skies are greyer than grey.


My shadow on the wall mocks me


You’ve been touched by the warmth


Its now time to suffer


My shadow can escape the gloominess


By fleeing towards the sizzling sun


Avoidance of this bitter cold is hopeless you see

A little bit of me dies at this time, can barely survive

I cannot break away; it’s in my remains for the duration

The inhumane torture of the horrendous arctic wind

My shadow scorns me, Laughs with satisfaction

Don’t be greedy

You’ve had your fill, your moment in time

Basking in the sun, idling the glorious away

Take it, survive it with no protest.

Exhausted, I wrestle with the notion

No time left for contemplation

I rip it from the wall with all my might

I shred it, and tear it into a million pieces.

It lingers for an instant, and slowly dissipates

Gasping for one last breath

It dies it dies