Living In A Shadow Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

This shy child, words to self, shivering in full dark a hark question, pondering at soul, his uncertainty, bared in his doubts being, serious aloud say: his bark not speechless.

This tiny kid sits set therein, inside he is there, invisible, he's beneath this huge lid, performed by a mid adult its factor same isn't exact; grown acts chances either: not fated an act casts a bid.

Children to make cuts in pretense activities, not hear their sake voiced, out from others his views fading: it always is, fumble sounds, a fake, stuttering his words in quietness: being this clown.

Both are inside a shadow, in a high fort, inside to stand, hid in gigantic walls hiding, therein rest allows them to abort any danger issues; or responsibilities go: seated in a dark resort.

Their spoken soft cries, in a chamber of the ear noises, hear a low note, below summoned by a fly, alert tries: warns him; notes of a worry to slow: sounding a hum both ears.

Quickly, given to him back response, it's to heal those fears: its woe, aware taken the got action to care, acts to protect is one a big toe, obtaining help aid; out said cry tears: it is a doe.

This man stands with a firm bone, formed was he a rock fort, there's protection, both live in homes in darkness as, hidden them in a lone shadow, doesn't share this love; spot all alone, by ignoring duties.

He is this brave soul, loved each day that's there, way him both youths to safety, shield them, concealing, both legs all, watching eyes the factors of: standing a say their Dad.