Living In A Shadow Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

This scared child, words talked to himself, shivering in the night's dark, question hark, pondered his soul, uncertainty if, bare his doubts being, serious say: his bark was not speechless.

This kid sits set therein, inside he is invisible, he's beneath this huge lid, a grown adult being isn't exactly the same factor; grown acts chances either: not fated, an act casts a bid.

Children make cuts in their pretense activities, not listening to their voice, out from others, their views and ideals fading: it always is, fumble sounds, fake, stuttering words in quietness: being this clown.

Both are inside a shadow, in a tall fort, inside a stand, hidden in gigantic walls, allowing them to think abort therein rest about any danger issues; or where the responsibilities go: seated in a dark resort.

Their spoken soft cries, inside a chamber in the ear noises, hear a low note, summoned by a fly, alert tries: warns him; notes to of a worry too slow: sounding a hum in both ears.

Quick, given by him back response, said it's to heal those fears: it's woe, aware taken the got action to care, activities to protect is on a big toe, obtaining outside help aid; out said cry tears: it is a doe.

This man stands with a firm bone, formed he was a rock fort, there's protection, both live in homes in darkness as they don't share this love hidden them in a lone shadow; spot all alone, by ignoring duties.

He is this brave soul, loved each day that he's there, way both youths to safety, shielding them, concealing both legs, watching eyes for the facts of: standing a say their Dad.