Poet of the River

Rookie - 10 Points (july 27 1994 / California, but move around a lot.)

Stolen Shadow(Scary) - Poem by Poet of the River

i wash my hands as the water runs red.
i am fine but at my feet someone lies dead.
he lie with his hands around the gun.
what have i done?
what have i done?
this stranger that lies at my feet
was someone i never knew.
what did i do?
what did i do?
he tried to scream,
but no one would hear.
he tried to go to a window,
but no one would see.
how can this be?
how can this be?
he was a shadow of sanity,
he was trapped safely inside me,
but the cage that protected him shattered.
and now he is gone,
the shadow who kept me sane,
broke free.
a shadow who's sanity is dead,
a shadow.
the shadow is me.
now i see.
now i see.
now i see what life has done to me.
and how it took my shadow.
and my sanity.


Comments about Stolen Shadow(Scary) by Poet of the River

  • Bronze Star - 2,292 Points Kevin Patrick (10/25/2011 11:43:00 PM)

    Schizophernic is the theme that I'm getting, a disconnect between the psyche and reality and the struggle it is to maintin sanity. for some strange reason it reminds me a little of Blake. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 19, 2012


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