the moon behind my back with shadows stretching out before, distorting, lengthening, changing the way that lies ahead standing in the gray hoping to arrive as I keep chasing rainbows to dry my tears
shadows
Shadows of My Mind
skittish shadows, flirting with the smoke filled shadows of my mind and still my mind burns like cheap whisky coursing down my throat while the beckoning, cavernous maw of blackness approaches just another hungry mouth that needs to feed at the trough of my existence
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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Is it Dark Yet?
shadows fall darkness creeps there is something coming in the crawling dusk we will lose the day when the darkened veil achingly descends how long can we wait? beyond this veil nothingness awaits when will it be rent asunder? by whom? and when they come will they bring the morrow?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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Through a Glass Darkly
gazing into the mirror shadows flit on the edges pulled into the centre my shadow self stares back battered bruised pain etched across my shadow scarred face hands reaching out we embrace become one acceptance peace
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Paradox of Shadows
live on the edge where shadows nudge night greets day dark flees light past overlooks present a probable future life in the penumbra is a paradox it is viable pulling either way constant conflict to what end seeking what the penumbra? contradictory interrelated elements existing simultaneously persisting for eternity hither and thither clawing, dragged back inexorably, irreversibly to the core of darkness or light
© 2017 Michael D Emmerich
Shadow Chasers
on the edge of reality shadows seduce the chase begins to catch reality is the chase futile duality of shadows chasing the illusion reality can crumble the most elusive shadows are those hidden in the dark recesses of our minds skirting the shadows of the mind embracing, dancing romancing the shadow of the past, present possible future they cannot be ignored but not always caught inability to see all the shadows at times, they are an illusion but oh, so real our inner struggle on a quest to constantly grasp those elusive shadows it is a winless race but worth running
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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