CHAT i'm entering a writing contest. Need ur feedback on the poem~~
MIster Shadow (i'll rename it later cuz i ave a lazy a~)
Dear silhouette stitched to my feet,
you move when I do, never wander astray.
Mimicking smiles I failed to keep,
then vanish at the moonās arrival.
Born from a fire, trapped in the sky,
You trail me like a bodyguard.
Not quite alive, not yet awry,
but ghost sewn inside of me.
I wear you like a second skin,
borrowed, brittle, forsaken,
You linger in the hush between hours,
patient as ruin, faithful as rot.
You'd dance along the morning walls,
a fleeting shape in the fragile sizzle of dawn.
Edges shift with dawnās first calls,
that fades before day takes flight.
Followed through my worst mistake,
As if you craved the mess in me.
I bend, I break, I shift, I feignā
but remain to hold your steadfast loyalty.
Lurking ever at varied edges,
My echo adheres, leaving only nightās embrace.
Though I begged the quiet cosmos to swallow you whole,
to vanquish you like smoke pirouetting on sunlit scrolls,
you lingerāan echo that thumps beneath my skin.
A restless rhythm in the cathedral of my sins.
The spirit I never summoned, yet cannot flee,
The only will to live thatās left humming in me.
Thank you, Mister Shadow, for standing by me,
my silent guide who never lets me be.
