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Mar 2014
I step in my shadow my
footΒ Β falls in to darkness
to a place unseen, a place
where my darkest thoughts
trail behind me.

Darkness never lost, always
there but buried in the shadows,
the one that is for ever following
me.

It infects me when I forget
that this must never be stood on,
not to envelope me. A wrong
move and that darkness that is
kept away, will come surging
back to try to claim me.

People see a shadow and think
of nothing, but when I see my
shadow it is a prison and I am the
keeper, never will the darkness escape
as long as my shadow is with me.
Are shadows are a prison to the darkness we think is lost but never really is.
Poetic T
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