Stolen Shadow(Scary) Poem by Poet of the River

Stolen Shadow(Scary)

Rating: 4.5


i wash my hands as the water runs red.
i am fine but at my feet someone lies dead.
he lie with his hands around the gun.
what have i done?
what have i done?
this stranger that lies at my feet
was someone i never knew.
what did i do?
what did i do?
he tried to scream,
but no one would hear.
he tried to go to a window,
but no one would see.
how can this be?
how can this be?
he was a shadow of sanity,
he was trapped safely inside me,
but the cage that protected him shattered.
and now he is gone,
the shadow who kept me sane,
broke free.
a shadow who's sanity is dead,
a shadow.
the shadow is me.
now i see.
now i see.
now i see what life has done to me.
and how it took my shadow.
and my sanity.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 25 October 2011

Schizophernic is the theme that I'm getting, a disconnect between the psyche and reality and the struggle it is to maintin sanity. for some strange reason it reminds me a little of Blake.

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