Walking in the Shadows – Michael 33 (The Vision of Poets)

Perhaps you have not seen me
Round the corners of your smile
Nor crouched beneath the fire escape
To ponder life awhile

For I have lingered far too long
In narrow alley ways
Despondent lines across my face
Like hardened potter’s clay

Walking in the shadows bare
Of reasons for the rain
Perhaps you saw me standing there
Entangled in the chains

For I have lingered far too long
Behind the battered walls
Scars that bind the shattered bone
From creatures down the hall

Perhaps you only see me
From the corner of your eye
Walking in the shadows
Or in dreams across the sky

For I have lingered far too long
In rhymes of thirst and sorrow
Walking in the shadows bare
Of reasons for tomorrow

I know you must have seen me
In the shadows of your room
In the corner, near the ceiling
Where your lucid dreams bear bloom

I dwell amongst the shadow’s dare
Without a helping hand
Where souls lie nude within their truth
While hope lies neath the sand

But I must crawl into the light
To warm my tattered wings
And paint my rhyme translucent hues
To fly within your dreams

For I have lingered far too long
Without your warm embrace
Walking in the shadows bare
To touch your quiet grace


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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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