I remain still, but my shadow keeps moving
It grows as the light approaches me.
This beautiful, heavenly, divine light,
Which has created my dark shadow,
Now coming closer and closer like an angel.
All while expanding my shadow like the devils.
I try to catch this innocent light
But at this short range my shadow is too heavy to carry
If I touch this light, my shadow will grow darker,
Darker than it already is.
If I follow my shadow pointing opposite the light,
I'll lose all the light I've ever had.
Either way I'm led to darkness
Like it was fate
Like it was destined
The light continues to approach me
But remains out of reach.
I stay still, letting my shadow slowly grow
The light will never touch me, that I know
As it never belonged to me
But I'd get to watch this light up close,
While burdened with darkness.
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Symmetrical Shadows
PoetryThe darkness you hold inside is the same darkness portrayed in your shadow. Your're nothing but a mirror image... a total reflection, of what you look down on. This shade can only be manipulated by those who hold light. But would they use it in a wa...
