Tuesday, 15 May 2012

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



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