P O E T R Y // o.r

quarante-sept // solitary glow

various shadows
creep along the walls
as you cautiously tread
down the hallway.
are you scared?
frightened that these
unidentifiable outlines
will endanger your existence?
or...
are you excited?
eager to discover who these
eerie figures are,
so you can befriend them.

you have never associated yourself
with anyone before,
never been one to encounter
friendship,
so you are delighted to have found
companions in these mysterious
silhouettes, who you decide are
incredibly superior allies
to the menacing voices inside
your raging head.

but there are no voices inside
your head now -
no narrators to guide you along in
this frantic, enraged world -
and, as for the shadows, well...
they were never there.

you're alone,
without the ill-lit umbra,
minus the iniquitous mental input,
and, yet, you've never shone brighter.

o.r