Shadow Poem by Louis Borgo

If a walk a day take from pain insightful to reject what left mountains
Our a heavenly parting of ways

If every void left undertaken remarks sooth never depart does the rage
Evolve or ennoble skill of days

More over and over canister of a reflect one might does it cast a shadow
However tin bitter of storms clouds revolve around deception can one take
From within how it forms and from peace or transaction to hold or let go
Is of answer unknown?

There is ravens trees leave ruin of dirty dry past how vivid imagination go
For what one is left behind is more then a symbol of hope

There is days that go by not night terraria not cold chills or even fevers
Sleep of nights breath lunar like threats of ice sickles domes

To understand one past or to question a stare is the intent to scary
Or to leave a pass unscored for goodness who wants to question
If words never said our taken from a suggestion who would guess correctional
All mentis of what was left as all turns of car moves no color or reflect shield hold to
Keep sake one moves on and on and on.


Good question sometimes are not even questionable
However to denied rights is a good question, indeed.