Shadow People Poem by Tara W. Johnson

ONE'S 12 HOUR SHADOW

Twelve hours to focus
And redefine one's abilities
To chew one's tongue and cheek
To bounce one's knee
There will be no sleeping
Because sleep has become obsolete
An outdated human ritual
Just begging to be cleansed

Twelve hours to come down
To rediscover one's limitations
To nurse one's swollen tongue and cheek
And to rest one's aching body
There will be no sleeping
Because sleep is never an option
An incessant dream
Just begging to begin
Am Not begging for Amends only one's ability to be part of the....
SHADOW PEOPLE