Darrell Hoover Poet Free verse

Shadows

Shadows follow me and cover me with a black, sticky oil. If you get too close, the oil rubs off onto you. Stay back! This cloud of despair and chaos will rain down and corrupt you too. Everything I touch turns to ****. My life is a menagerie of extreme complications and swirling images of burned bridges. The ashes burn my eyes as I look over this lonely cliff. The shadows are ever present, whispering hateful things and conjuring another hex... Another spell... Tying me down to the filthy ground...

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Beata Agustin June 30, 2023 at 5:53 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed. Darrell Hoover July 1, 2023 at 11:09 AM I am an atheist but thanks for your comments other the the superstitious scripture nonsense.