The Pain Of A Shadow Poem by Joshua Bantum

He holds in him the essence of night,
But still silently he is nothing.

A cast of the immortals,
A blur of the gods.

Against everything you wittness,
A shadow of solitude hides.
The tint of color that fades between
The vibrant,
And grey,
Not emotional enough for black,
Not logically enough for white,
A bore,
A space where lust waits,
And patience whispers,
Tapping like a clock reaching it's envietablity.

Molding to cracks and corners,
Shifting to the burning star of life,
An excuse to hide behind,

As if nothing ever mattered,
The shadow is content,
A thing in which we differ,
For I can not understand,
That the object of constant attention
Realies on me,
As much as I'm casted behind it.