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Saturday, May 6, 2017

Shadows...


What are these shadows,
That as if, burn me with
Gazes as cold and grey
As graveyards at midnight
That, in all their eerie quiet
Accuse me with chapped lips
And make the time stare
As an indifferent passerby
While I try to slay demons
I once left long ago behind

What are these shadows that pass me by,
Every time I close my eyes...



16 comments:

  1. Beautiful. You are so eloquent. But seriously, moving shadows is more normal to me. To me, I think it is my eye muscles contracting.

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  2. Well tough out words. May we find these shadows' source.

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    1. Hi Martin

      Thanks a lot! That lies deep inside

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  3. Memories? The things unfinished?
    Your words are haunting.... great write.

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    1. Hi Shadow

      Precisely. Thanks a lot!

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  4. Such a nice poem. Saying a lot in so few words

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