Don't laugh at me,
You dark shadow!
Get behind me
Where you belong.
I won't allow you
To take over my life.
I won't let you
Laugh at my misery.
Don't even twinkle
Your eyes at me,
Or try to remind me
Of who I used to be!
Other shadows drift along
The sidewalk as they should,
Slipping home through moonlight,
Dreaming in the starlight.
So, stop your
Stupid smiling, Shadow!
Get behind me
Where you belong!
I am really
So used up
I don't even need
A shadow anymore.
9/15/06
This is a great read, Scarlett. I love the way you have used rage to rid yourself of your demons - the dark shadow of your despair. Good strong write. You tell em kid. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
scarlett...a beautiful sad poem...youth has nothing to do with age...you are as young as your heart/mind is...always ahead of your shadow...a great thought...loved it...nalini
This is great Scarlett. A lovely poem about your shadow, which we all tend to forget we've got, even when the sun comes out. I love your explanation here. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Dudette, you'll never be used up no matter how much of yourself you pour out! Such is the strength of your spirit. A terrific little write; how did it slip past me? ! Esther : ]
Great little poem, made me smile, especially the last stanza. Was it Peter Pan who was always having troubles with his shadow? Ha, your secret identity is revealed! -chuck
This is an excellent poem, a great deal of sadness flows here. My dear Scarlett, you could never be used up. ---Melvina--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes you just need to pull yourself together without distraction or negativity. strong work. -Tailor