Blog PostsFriends | BlogShadow's StoryHere’s a poem I wrote long ago when I was depressed. I hope some of you may like it.One Shadow stands, tall and erect Watching our race with level breath Seeing, knowing as the age goes by Waiting for the sun to rise And alight his long darkened eyes Once young and innocent and free of guilt One Shadow stands alone A wolf among dogs With secrets known to none but one Hardened by time Now cold to the world He sees the cracks in iron armor He knows few other Shadows None so dark as he No one quite understands the pain It took to get him here He lost everything he ever had The one he really cared about The one who cared for him He’d pushed away To save from the dark As time went on Without dawn The Shadow sand but deeper No longer fearing The call of the Reaper He wishes he could start from scratch Go back in time and try again Undo the wrongs he’s done All his mistakes undone When times get tough And he looks back On fights he’s won and lost If only life would even out It’d all be worth the great cost On thoughts of going Back to the place from whence he came He put all such notions to rest For in returning, he would risk The shattering of dreams His one true hold on life His hopes and dreams Fleeting visions of a better life A life un-afflicted by sorrow Untainted by hatred Un-darkened by Shadows From sleep he wakes Into a world of dreams Where there is no escape And he drowns in despair As the realization sets in There is no escape There is no hope He walks around In his haze of despair No one and nothing can pull him free As he trudges through life Oblivious to joy As the days slowly passed And he sunk lower and lower Giving up on the chance of life He’d lost his chance Messed up his life And now he pays the price He still has dreams Though they’re not always welcome They pull him back into memories, hopes and wishes Showing him what could be What still might be If only he dared return And let someone in He tries to move beyond his past Proceed with life and make it last Not forget what has come before But honor it forever more He’s not so dark now as before But his demons live forever more Always knocking on the door Of consciousness with vicious lore They taunt and tease Looking for a fight or flight In either they would delight For victory, theirs would be In the silent reverie With constant fear And frightful dreams He wades through life Filled with strife |