shadow walked behind me telling tales of our beginning
the places that we’d come from and where we’re going to
nothing could be wilder than the landscape we are travelling
but forever onward for we’re always passing through

shadow had a dream one day we would find a shelter
somewhere that the nightmares would never think to look
I however knew that was only fairy stories
that our lives were written in a very different book

shadow played a game naming all the monsters for me
I pretended privately that none of it was so
either way it seemed literal or allegory
we carried Gehenna where ever we would go

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  1. damommza

     /  May 15, 2012

    What a beautifully sad poem. I’ve been reading many interpretations of this in my own head, each one sadder than the last.. Several different stories all found in one poem. Very good, my friend. Very good.

    • Thank you, actually while writing it, it never struck me as sad, though, in retrospect, I can see it 🙂

      • damommza

         /  May 15, 2012

        In my interpretation, “Shadow” is a memory but has no substance and is only there to remind, reflect and rehash..but can never change anything and never leave..but it darkens everything it touches..

        • That’s a perfectly reasonable idea. I had no real thoughts about who, or what, “shadow” is, though if pushed I would say something along the lines of the inner child 🙂


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