The Thoughts That Crawl And ClimbA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeSitting on a bench till dark
I sit on the bench and close my eyes,
The path is quiet, not a soul in sight, Finally I can look skyward and sigh, Let loose the beast long by my side. I let go my shadow, that stain that crawls and climbs, Dutifully in my wake, biding it's time, Till it can stretch past and become large, And streak, Up walls and streets, explore past its confines. I sit stock still, and let the clocks chime by, Drawing hours deep from my pockets, I let them go, lint on a breeze, Watch them fly. It grows stronger, free it screams. Screams of its slow progress on the pavement in front my feet. I have not moved and yet it has ventured far and dreamt dreams, Of Night, and joining it's embrace, to escape the light, and sleep. My shadow is tired of keeping up with me, as I am with it. We were once not one yet I trail this weary darkness, This cape of charcoal, remnant of embers bright and hot, Now cold and devoid of light, happy it is not. I am tired of pretending it will go away if I stand in the sun, Because too soon the moon chases and day must run. Leaving me to grasp blindly, for memories of fun, and happy rhymes, Of moments spent with friends, of all the good times. These thoughts dark have claws and teeth, To climb and crawl and sink deep, But I am fighting. I let the shadow roam free. Beneath the blanket black with spotlights all searching for me © 2017 UnderTheDeadPoetTreeFeatured Review
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Added on January 1, 2017Last Updated on January 1, 2017 AuthorUnderTheDeadPoetTreeIrelandAboutI'm a 18 and I don't really bother updating this bio very often. more..Writing
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