Where Do Shadows Go
When there is no light, where do shadows go
that they cannot be seen; how can I know?
And though shadows seemingly disappear,
that doen't mean that there is nothing to fear.
There are so many things I cannot see,
that arbitrarily influence me.
And as preposterous as this may sound,
their impact on me is often profound.
As emotional serpents poised to strike,
what do jealousy and envy look like?
And what of shame and unrequited love,
they oft feel like punishment from above.
How can intangible feelings hurt so
while causing such consternation and woe?
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