The dark wood mirrors my soul.
Shadows’ lengthening as day recedes,
Summer’s warmth weakening like a memory
In the dusk tide between the trees.
Leaving nothing but creeping decay
Beneath a blanket of fallen leaves.
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I see ghosts out of the corner of my eye.
Shadows of the past, phantoms long gone,
Haunting me. Sleeping and waking, the dreamers
Creep through the tall grass. Circling my sanity.
Searching for the weaknesses in my reality.
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Your light and dark plays with me.
Essence of night is the fragrance you wear.
Silence is the word on your lips
As with a gaze unwavering you stare
Succeeding again at unmanning me.
Twilight and rain clouds wrapped about you
Like a mantle of darkness
You are shadows, a certain chill in the air.
An absence, a sickness,
An addiction I keep on returning to.
You are the bones, the secret within.
The whisper deep underground
Forever echoing in the dark.
You are the fatal cry. The final sound.
I am your victim. You are my sin.
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Not a breeze stirs the waters.
Time seems frozen by this summer heat
As sweat wraps me in its sickly embrace.
I’ve gone walking at this midnight hour
In the shadows beneath the trees.
I’ve gone searching, searching for something
I can’t remember. Yet I know I’m lost.
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The silhouette still hides the soul.
The target can blind you
To the meaning of the goal.
And the missing pieces make you forget
How complete is your imperfect whole.
Though you may shatter, curse yourself
With seven years of bad luck
Pick yourself up. Ask for a little help.
Remember riches are weighed
In more than just their value as wealth.
All blessings glitter, not only silver and gold.
What is the day, without the night.
What is the warmth, without some cold.
What is the smile if not watered by a single tear.
What am I if separated from this troubled soul.
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This is my disease.
My locked room
Without a key.
My sickness
Without a cure.
This silence
You must endure.
Watch reason flee,
Lights flickering out.
This is my dis-ease.
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Originally published 22 November 2016
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What doesn’t kill us
Makes us stronger,
What doesn’t kill us
Makes us wish we were younger,
What doesn’t kill us
Makes us wish for yesterday,
Makes us wish.
That the Shadow would go away
Leave us to our own designs
To roll the dice,
Leaves us to play the game.
Fate in own hands
Impostors by another name,
Captains of our own sinking ship.
In control of our own illusions
With mastery of all our delusions.
With all the weapons ready
At our command
We are ready
To take a stand.
What doesn’t kill us
Makes us wish we were younger
Makes us long for the Shadow
That we fear to go away.
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Moments slip from out my eyeline,
Chances founder on the rocks.
While I try to begin again
The memories wait for me in the shadows.
My hopes are destined to fail
While these shifting sands
Shift beneath me again.
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There was a girl
Between the earth and the sky,
Shadow of a girl
Like a bird she did fly.
There was a girl
I spied between moon and sun,
But when I looked again
That girl had gone.
There was a girl
I saw across the lake,
But when I reached out for her
From the dream I did wake.
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Haunted by the silence,
The darkness,
The shadows on the wall.
Hunted by the moon
That follows me
Wherever I go.
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