Demons in My Shadow
By Khomotso Makitla
Wake up and smell the flowers,
The sun rises, and with it, the rhythm of feathery friends.
Still breathing the mist in the morning breeze,
With sun rays showering my body one’s self is split in two.
Same body, different personalities.
The projection of myself displayed by a shadow.
From the east where the sun rises, with problems as baggage,
An unforgettable past I remember it follows me around.
On replay, my mind plays.
No memory of mine goes in vain.
Good or vale at midnights, I reminisce.
Demons in my shadow,
Screams of terror at midday only sleep I crave.
As the sun rests, so does my shadow.
The screams disintegrate, and so does my pain.
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