Two Parts of My Mind (and other poems)

Shadows

Shadows follow through the streets,

Stalking every move I make,

And though I try to escape,

They follow me, the route I take

And so I face the dark alone,

Wishing I was far away,

Against the stalkers of the night,

I know they see me as their prey.

And though I may look timid, scared,

A frame of toughened steel I hide,

So they look on, unprepared,

I distance myself to my mind.

So as they watch the "Little Mouse,"

They do not know how I'll react,

Thus I don't look on paralysed,

And start to break free of their trap.

I stand and then it hits them

That they must fend, must defend,

Must stay away, must move away,

Must break away, must break away.

I stare at them in pure delight,

An almost demonic glee,

I slip my boxing gloves on

And get fight-ready.

And so ends the tale.

You can guess what happened.

But I taught them a lesson.

Valuable, immeas'rable.

To just stay away, move away,

Break away, break away,

Get off my streets.