Untitled Poem by Ferdinando Paparella

When rays of truth fall on bodies of lies
shadows are born out of chaos.

My shadow is impressive; Impervious to night
And when he betrays my sight I can still feel his nearness.
Tear less
Fearless
Solidifies unrealness
My shadow is the rebel soldier of a third world militia
A nameless face with fingerprints that can't be traced.
My shadow never fails he never even grows weaker.
Catch a glimpse of the prince that lives under my sneaker.