Zzang: Archive – Random Poem

 

Shadows Weeping

Following a stranger, I've known all my existence
Through and through, I share his perils
Carrying his erasable mark, grabbing and clinging
To his side
He disregards me, barely noticing my stretching attempts in the sun
I wish I could be him, the reason I'm with him

Following a part of me, I could never reach out and touch
Through and through, I grip to my bright side
The one I show to this world, holding on and riding
By his side
He thinks nothing of me, only lets the sun cast me away
I'm with him to hold him in the darkness, the reason I stay

-Saun Conlin

 

 

 

 

 

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