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...
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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Excellent
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Well tough out words. May we find these shadows' source.
ReplyDeleteHi Martin
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Good fiction :)
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Haunting - beautiful!
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Nice lines
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Memories? The things unfinished?
ReplyDeleteYour words are haunting.... great write.
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Such a nice poem. Saying a lot in so few words
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