Sitting alone, not even light to accompany me.
My eyes play tricks on my oblivious mind.
The omnipresent shadow dances on the wall.
No, it is still.
It dances only when my eyes flicker.
I squint.
I feel no fear.
But shadows cannot dance without light.
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My Collection of Shorter Poetry
PoetryThese are my shorter poems (10 lines or less). My poems are very near and dear to my heart- yes, some are strange, but they write themselves. Any way, here goes...
