Shadows live in the dead
As snails and crabs have shells.
Their bodies extend from the bones,
Claiming the shape as their own,
And they live on as shadows do.
Bones do live forever.
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PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
94 The Shadows
Shadows live in the dead
As snails and crabs have shells.
Their bodies extend from the bones,
Claiming the shape as their own,
And they live on as shadows do.
Bones do live forever.
