Running from our Shadows
by Ed Matlack
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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As adults the same,
Shadows lay claim,
To all in their domain…
Where does it go at night?
Why does it not show without light?
Perhaps of the dark it has fright,
On the morrow you will again of it gain sight…
It does follow,
Everywhere seemingly hollow,
The dark however does it swallow,
Within my own shadow I do wallow…
Shadows have no substance,
Hopefully those that create them do,
See it we do with every glance,
Ignore it as it has no part to our lives,
Feel as though today I am in a trance…
© ed ~ 12/29/05
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Great offering Ed!!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Shhadows reflect our own souls substance, which iis found lacking more often than not. Good one.|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Made me think of Pan chasing his..
Thoughtfully done old bean..
|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
|a topic you don't see much written about but one, i think, with a lot of promise and potential. great treatment! thoughtfully done...|
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Great piece Ed
Don't let those shadows get to you
buT I love to write about them