Shadow
Not of me, yet so palpably mine.With every dreamy clock tickings, I
Give life to shades of fantasy, by and by.
Coloured by longing and fervour divine,
Will ethereal turn bona fide?
Exhausting thoughts and tears, wish away
The Shade to perdition, till tis’ nothing more
Than a never dream, littering Coeur’s shore.
But yet ache steadily, till coherence flimsies away.
Why won’t reality eradicate you?
Enough! As the cadence hastens with every word,
I seek the wooden stake to end the haemorrhage.
Will Holy Water be enough to ethereally exorcise
The painful Shadow? How very, very absurd!
What will it take to forget it?
As it decimates sanity, my heart flutters to my Shadow,
And I plod along, mind consumed, zombie to its whims,
Waiting foolishly for relief to be brought by the end.
posted by sloth108 @ 9:45 PM
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