Shadows

Dec 30, 2008 22:26

I grew up
Under shadows
Though no one
Ever knows

Shadows
Of the past
Traditions
Made to last

Become shadows
Of here and now
Theirs to mine
The ancestral vow

Angry, sad,
And alone
With this fear
Unknown

Abandoned,
Abused,
Drunk, and
Confused

The hidden sun
That never lit my face
Didn't feel so bad
It was my place

From shadows
I need to escape,
Find a way out of
Depression's black drape

But how do I
Get away from here?
Which way
Do I steer?

Because there isn't a way
To block shadows
And the more I try
The more it shows

Don't want to hide,
Don't want to run,
Only want
To see the sun.

poem, original

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