Shadows

MendedFences27

Shadows



Invading shadows from the dark side.

Lightless mimics of humanity.

The unseen presence from the blindside.

Is it real or am I losing my sanity?

 

These scourges of blackness     

trudge through my bedroom

every night of my madness

as if it’s a pathway to their tomb.

 

From the darkened isles of oblivion

to their cold and lonely crypt

every night, these stygian pawns

form a parade of the nondescript.

 

Am I truly insane or is my imagination

running away from my reality?

Is this just a mental fixation

or an omen of my finality?

 

I sense their cold presence passing by 

one by one dragging themselves to hell.

Indistinct forms of darkness shuttle by

each a monster loathing its last farewell.

 

Is this a consequence 

of my long-forgotten loneliness

or is each seeker of its sarcophagus

a warning against my wantonness? 

 

The last bit of the parade nears, and I’m amazed

“Oh, these are lovers of mine, I recognize Marilyn”

They drag along slowly, weighted by sins of yesterdays

Compelled to follow, I begin to feel lightless and thin.

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 25th, 2024 13:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a thought.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • Neville



    You are a dark horse aint ya .. this is far more than just a thought .. this is another cracker .. Neville

    • MendedFences27

      Thanks Neville. More like an ass. I try to make like Digestives

    • Doggerel Dave

      That piece has more substance than those shadows, Phil. And I hope they will be easy enough to blow away once I move on.....

      • MendedFences27

        Thanks DD. Will your parade resemble the Rose parade? Or will they have trouble finding you?

        • Doggerel Dave

          Trick questions Phil?
          Rose Parade in Pasadena, California (or so Prof Google says)?
          Whom be 'they'?

          • MendedFences27

            The Shadows .

          • Goldfinch60

            Being alone can bring many thoughts into the mind Phil. Good write.

            Andy

            • MendedFences27

              Thanks Andy. I think being alone is one of the most frightening things.

            • Teddy.15

              What a magnificent thought it is dear Phil, very relatable too my friend. 🌹

              • MendedFences27

                Thanks Teddy15. We all have our dark sides.

              • sorenbarrett

                A questioning of one's mental state is always a good sign. Those that don't question remain locked in. Nicely done

                • MendedFences27

                  Thanks SB. My mental state is so small it's hardly a village

                • Dan Williams

                  Boy, and I thought I was grim. "Am I truly insane or is my imagination" = the age old question.

                  • MendedFences27

                    Thanks Dan. Well we all have dark shadows full of fearful stuff.



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