Refuge In The Shadows I Crawl Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Refuge in the shadows I crawl
Not a moment too soon
Mending these icy wounds
As the dead of night looms
Upon the shadows I lay withered in ruins

Coldness into this enigma’s outer shell
Entrapped in a moment’s woe
Emotional torrent feeding paranoia’s angst
Wrapped in a tourniquet of false security

Ah, the shadows they show love
So addictive they are
The comfort ever so numbing
Till the years go on by
And the yearning of feeling begins again

What have I done?
Pain will always be waiting
Never kill hope in cold blood
Or you will be emptiness’s liaison

Anxiety is hell’s favorite drug
Pushing it onto innocence
Forcing the host to dig its living grave
To inhabit in a dead living contradiction

In the shadows I stir
Till I cough death back out
Only to breathe life back in
Feeling the bright sentinel lights shine upon these eyes
In a golden triumph of angelic bliss

Healing on
Being strong
The shadows will never again get the best of me


Mending in the shadows I stroll
Love, will surely set me free
Mending in the shadows I stroll
Love, will surely indeed get the best of, me