Spite, My Shadow
I never once had spite,
To feel like I want to pick a fight but-
I believe that it is never, ever right!
It is like a docile dog, but you wouldn’t expect it to bite… right?
Always keep your hands in sight and-
Don’t fight!
Don’t throw a punch lest your reputation falls to blight
Dip your finger down the wrong liquid might-
You singe your skin so soft to corrode and calloused, am I right?
Sit, stay and keep it inside,
Welcome it and never hide-
For on its own will it go outside,
So pray, pray with all your might may-
The lost shadow dance its way into the light
Be free-
and take flight.
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