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Poetry

It's about how a man behaves but on the low, he is very abusive and ends up spending his time in jail looking for a way out and his day out

His shadow

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by cindydikoume

by cindydikoume

I see his shadow, as if it was a reflection of hell.

In this sinister room, who else but evil would walk without fear

In this little dark hole, emotions, people and everything else sink as if they were meaningless

So how come, your mighty self hasn't joined the little meeting spot?

Each time you speak, smoke comes out of a tower,

Each time you walk, the ground breaks and splits into two

I could always sense a little tension

but that's only because your actions have no limitations.

I see you hide behind that cell

In this age of light praying for the day you hear that bell

In this little dark hole, emotions, people and everything else sink as if they were meaningless

So how come you are not out there hanging with your lot.