Shadow
A cast shadow, my other self
Speaks not in flowery meter
But waits time immortal
In the darkness of a conscious mind
In spite of myself
Itself
Yourself
Drawn on every word I utter
Anticipating a near, full, or half truth
The night has no faith in reality
But a certainty that light is a millennia away
And that shadow rules twilight
Copyright © John Trainer | Year Posted 2014
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