The Poetry of Shadows

Written by: Ian Petch

Silence and a stone
A mirror all alone
Shadows on my breath
Stillness seeking life within my death

Vengeance bends my will
The mirror crying still
The shadows hold my hand
Darkness conjures up an evil plan

Attack or break again
Either way’s the same
With horror on my tongue
The shadows claim all I can become

Silence breaking out
The mirror cracked by doubt
A shadow swallows me
The light is gone and I no longer see

Darkness plays a song
My truth now used for wrong
The past becomes today
The backwards child longs to now betray

The silence in his tone
As my screams are turned to snow
Belie his buried schemes
In which the world is lost in his disease

Forgiveness for my tears
Was spent on darkest fears
Now I’m turned to stone
By the shadow-self that represents my soul