Cheza Johnson


The Thing - Poem by Cheza Johnson

You see them all the time
You see them when you walk the dog
You could live with one
In fact, you do
You may wonder what I speak of
If you turn around, you might know
Ask someone else to figure out this riddle
They might like the thing too
Perhaps if I explained it better
You would understand
They are the souls of things
They are the souls of you

They live in the darkness
They breathe the night air
When you hide in one
You can suprise the living lone
They are the very essecence of darkness
They are walking mirrors for the moving
I love them as if they were my sibling
I cherish them because they are sacred
My only one is my only brother
It is like a twin with no face
No behavior no skin
It can't annoy you or betray you

Are you still confused?
Perhaps there is something wrong
The thing can never speak
It is like a permanent glue of you
Always by you, always close
Never can give advice
Never can interfere
Never listens, never can
Never speaks as said before
Yet it always seems like you have known it
Ever since birth
It has been attached to you

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 3, 2006



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