You know the days when your shadow disappears?
The shadow could be off playing fickle and fun,
But I'll share the deeper details of the missing shade you made.
A reaper tends to come to steal the dark away.
Don't believe me? Remember yesterday.
Is the shadow lingering in your memory?
I bet it isn't, because the reaper took it.
At times, the shadow stains before the reaper arrives.
Yet yesterday, he saved the memory from blemishes of that shadow.
Shadows are impish and depressing little things,
The shadow reaper saved you from its panderings.
Aug. 17 2022 MA
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Poetry Collection of a Great MA
PuisiThese are poems I have written at the best and worst moments in life. Trigger warnings will be provided for passages with sensitive topics.
