The shade bound with twine to my toes
stretches and yawns like a beast in repose
when will my weary ride come to close
no one ever knows
I stand at the steepest chasm of soul
and scream and sounds echo back from the hole
finding a diamond but walking away with a coal
wishing there was a goal
The dams in my mind crack from strain
and all that I am swirls down the drain
It is free now, this shadow I chained
can one be hurt without pain?
Sputtering sickly as I swallow the cure
the shade’s victory seems so very sure
the walking life is a march to endure
Dreaming of being pure
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