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Shadows

June 18, 2010

Faint shadows of was
trail after me, mimicking
actions whose consequences
have come and gone,
but somehow, in soft phrases,
soft edged motions,
cut me as deep as ever,
leaving me bloodless,
hollowed, until wounds
fade again, only to wait
in the shadows I trail
behind.

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2 comments

  1. Oh I do like this poem of yours…its edges are as soft as a shadow, but message is quite strong…well done.


  2. Love the way you phrase things :) Thanks as always for the feedback.



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