A Debate On: Pulse - Poem by Brandon Griffee
Sitting beneath the street lamp,
conversing with my shadow,
he tried convincing me I was alive.
I was quite surprised you see,
talking to my soul earlier,
who demanded I was dead.
Naturally a third opinion was in need.
I asked my mind which was truth,
he was as certain as I.
But he was a close friend of my soul,
so he favored him as sincere.
Agreeing with my mind and soul,
I decided to silence the third.
With a single smooth stone and my sling shot,
I killed my shadow,
that is the simplest way to silence a fool.
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