Jon Trahan


Hated Shadows


Happy people
with happy faces

Do happy things
in happy places

Little to worry
little to care

Never are sorry
never are there

Through the Viel they live
they cannot see
people around them
people like me

People Invisible
people Divisible

We are not important to happy people
we do not exist
broken shadows of broken people

Happines Glows

Shadows can not exist

With their happy lives
their happy husbands and happy wives
their happy bars
their happy cars
they shine brite
like stars

The shadows
look onto the light with envy
knowing they cannot co-exist
feel hopeless
lost
sedentary
singular

Hated.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, August 31, 2011

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