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Shadows and Blood

Years have past and I find myself getting older, I ask for the strength to bare my own
hand and prevent further dreams of destruction.

Such a dream that comes true is all so more real than breathing and yet it occurs to me
that every thought is inevitable and uncontrollable.

A laps in hope and fate becomes an illusion with guilt and regret, we cannot be who we are
without the pains of life.

Every perfection is a limited breath upon our tomb and renders us weak against the demands
of the modern world.

My physical being is the lie of an absent shell, its life is but a mere paradox in time
without the past to interfere. 

A shadow in the light is hopeful in its existence but regrets the fact that it can’t be
bled. We are slaves to our own weakness and illusion.

A shadow has no mental or physical body to relate? Yet it is there and affects us in a
silent degree. You will only see your blood when you are cut from the shell

We are all, but in one’s self, shadow’s and blood, without and within all concept.

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  1. Date: 5/13/2011 5:17:00 PM
    sorry to hear you are a slave to shadows instead of victorious in defeat..

  1. Date: 5/13/2011 5:16:00 PM
    not all of us fall victim to our weakness of flesh..we tame it and abide the bible and Christ..not all of us are slaves but victorious by trying harder and doing it..

  1. Date: 5/13/2011 4:53:00 PM
    I find myself having to read and reread this soulful piece, Bellantony. REflective and with some have penned correctly the fact that without our pain our character is not grown. A little eerie for me...this the the way my late father wrote many of his poems. Deep and contemplative, leaving the reader to ponder his/her own existence. Blessings. Gwendolen

  1. Date: 5/13/2011 4:46:00 PM
    wow,, this is a stage i passed many years ago,, but i was ummm,,, like what they call an "emo kid"... always cutting edges in dark poetry,... and hiding in corners... like a shadow... awesome poem,, thanks for sharing,..p.d.

  1. Date: 5/13/2011 4:36:00 PM
    At first I didn't like the structure. But after reading the poem it grew on me simply by how impressed I am. Lovely true depiction. <3