Darkened dreams & Viewing spot

Darkened dreams

I bring my fists to the fight against a knife,
carry the burdens home and keep for life.
Their shadows they take the minds light,
burnt in their darkening my reflective site.
Trails of blood left dripped from fights behind,
all the burdens kept propped and orderly lined.
Sliced, jabbed, and stabbed I’m left scarred,
the string I travel physically burnt and charred.
Knuckles scraped, torn, and covered in blood,
clothing ripped, cut, and spotted with mud.
The shadows have penetrated the minds stream,
darkening the imagination of every dream.

Viewing spot

I'm here dwelling on the shadows thought,
clearing shelves, giving each a viewing spot.
Burnt deep, into the walls behind and ahead,
the shadows because of myself, the ones I've bred.
The darkest of all the shadows burnt in sights,
dampening out the strongest of an ideas light.
Drawing the thoughts eye, watching, zoning,
into sculptures, the shadows I'm stoning.
Inspired by the beauty in the shadows show,
watching the shadows rhythms and their flows.
Shelves sorted by strength and length to last,
dust covers the higher ones forgotten, past.
I'm shelving the one that arrived tonight,
it carried me home from an uneven fight.