Transforming Poetry

Cast

Actions and objects all have things in common,
Plays, fishing lines, broken bones, shadows.
All are cast,
By something or someone.

I've seen plays before, once I broke my toe,
I never have been fishing, but I know about shadow.
Not the ones caused by light, when it can't get past,
Not the long or short ones as the sun rises and sets fast.

I mean the shadows deep inside, covering my heart,
Eating up the light, the heat, cold, damp, black.
Shadows outside block the light,
Shadows inside block everything.

Happiness, sadness, love, hate,
All smothered in inky black, fuzzy grey,
But shadows are like plays,
Like broken bones and fishing lines,

All of them must be cast,
So tell me, who cast mine?