I cornered the shadow in the kitchen's cold light,
Ready to end the scratching and the theft,
But it looked at me with a gaze far too bright,
"I hid from the world, but never from you," it sighed,
And now I am the only one left
In a house where a small piece of me just died.
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Author:
Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2026 02:20
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Here an incongruous metaphor combines with others to form a feeling that is calling out to the reader for identification and it gets it. There is a haunting feeling of familiarity here. It is well written so that its message is subliminal. Nicely done and a fave
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