Looking into shadow.
That place back there
where light won’t go.
and I see…
…me
A me, I think, not me.
I’m not that thing,
sorrowful wretch,
a broken soul that peers back
from the blackness I deny.
I Am Me! but me won’t let me go.
**** You!
( **** me…?)
**** this…
“Shadow, won’t you let me go?” I ask. And
I answer…
But, as yet, I will not hear him speak.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
Looking into shadow.
That place back there
where light won’t go.
and I see…
…me
A me, I think, not me.
I’m not that thing,
sorrowful wretch,
a broken soul that peers back
from the blackness I deny.
I Am Me! but me won’t let me go.
**** You!
( **** me…?)
**** this…
“Shadow, won’t you let me go?” I ask. And
I answer…
But, as yet, I will not hear him speak.