Shadows

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This is a short poem, just something I came up with the other day.


In the deathly silence of the night,
Shadows creep out
From the closet of the darkest memories.

Drenched in sweat I lay,
Surrounded by the shadows
The cruel reminder of past life.

The shadows torture, suffocate me
Make me see the truth
I shall never be free.
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
- Shel Silverstein




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I love this poem. It is a unique reflection of the stillness in life. Keep it up.
In the deathly silence of the night,
Shadows creep out
From the closet of the darkest memories.

Drenched in sweat I lay,
Surrounded by the shadows
The cruel reminder of past life.

The shadows torture, suffocate me
Make me see the truth
I shall never be free.
Davantageous




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This poem has a really strong and true message to it and does give a brief account of life's unforgiving nature. The past is something we can never undo or hide under the mat. For me the first two stanzas gave a really good description about the persona's anguish.

Great work writing this and I'm looking forward to reading more. Keep the ink flowing! :)
Last edited by murtuza on Sat Oct 22, 2011 2:09 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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I shall never be free.


Oh, wow. Love how this ends. Even though it's a depressing ending, I still like it. Great job. :)

Keep writing!

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Intensely.

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