Shadows Rise

When shadows rise!!

 

Sometimes I sense the shadows rise.

Manifesting demonic eyes stroll towards me with arms wide.

A sickness shifts within my soul like changing tides when dark resides where i confide, A relentless twitch, but I’ll survive; an empty gaze up to the sky.

Camouflaged and hidden amongst the ashes and the flies, I see smiles strolling by.

Conditioned and robotic, stereotypical lives.

Happy to be just one in the hive, but they won’t see me, where dark resides!

Do they even know that shadows rise??

Reviews

[Patrick Ramsey]

I had trouble following this. The beginning brings up the subject of shadows rising, and then the last line questions whether others (in the hive?) know that dark resides (within the writer?).

Yes, after about three readings I'm thinking the writer is hiding, dealing with demons? The writer's demons? Or others demons? Or maybe the demonic issue is the confusion. "Dark resides where I confide" betrays not being able to talk to someone.

Some good concepts, but confusing, to me at least. Possibly were you taking a concept and thinking of a lot of "I" words?

Now I need to look at some more of your stuff. Keep writing!!

[vigilantebastard]

My interpretation of the poem is that shadows are my thoughts.. I'm suffer with addiction and anxiety, but i didnt suffer with anxiety untill i started to abuse drugs... Like, i know that this person i can be perceived as - isn't me, really, that i know it's only temporary i will snap out of it. And people who are ignorant enough to judge me and cast me aside like i dont matter; or my opinion doesn't matter... i see them, they might not notice me, but i see them and one day the tables will turn; they probably wont even recognise me - but i'll remember them and what they did. They can carry on in their "perfect" little bubble, but i find it sad some people can judge someone with one look, or not even a look but, even just on hearsay.. But when its all said and done, i gain strength from these situations and above all compassion for other people who struggle, and appreciation for people who listen to you when you're at your lowest....
i realise that might be hard to grasp from what i wrote, but thats what its about. Staying strong when you're down, remember who is good to you. And remember who is bad to you too, but in a different way and i guess that last line was kind of my disbelief a how ignorant people can be..

[Patrick Ramsey]

Keep up the fight, and keep writing!! Thanks for your response. it helps clarify.

[Zoya]

Woah...such an imaginative piece. You left me thinking...hmm...shadows can, clearly, rise. Well written!

[vigilantebastard]

Thanku.. I mean it was very broad metaphorically...the fact the shadows can grow to many times the size of the object that projects it and dark thoughts can fester, and grow to over come a person mentally.. and the ignorance of most people to dismiss people with mental health problems and stereotype them, laugh at them (banish them to the shadows) yet they are still people with feelings and a need for acceptance.. amy way I could go on and on

[Zoya]

Ohh. Thanks for the detailed explanation. I did get some of it...while reading the poem. Real good philosophy applied here!