I know he is here,
but I sure can't tell you where,
cause he is following me around,
like a shadow, in the night.
I see him on the wall,
when someone turns on the light.
He comes creeping up behind me,
to tell me how much, he loves me,
yet I never really see his face.
There is darkness,everywhere else,
where there should be a trace,of something.
The shadows really scare me.
I hear him talking and singing,
but it's definately, not to me.
He stays to himself,most of the time,
and he usually likes to hide, from me.
I hate it,when him,I cannot even see.
It's hard to believe he loves me.
Sometimes,I can feel him grab me,
from far behind,but it's not real.
Other times, I feel his lips upon mine,
but they never seem to leave any feelings.
He rarely even speaks to me,
and most of the time, he's asleep.
I've wondered many times now,
what should I do about,
my shadow, in the night.
Should I send him outside,
or cut him permanently,
out of my life.
He just seems to hang around,
but never seems to really come out,
from hiding.
Once in awhile, I hear his call,
and it sends a cold chill,up my spine.
I just can't seem to really, call him mine...
A contest entry
- Mega-Rhymer! by albymyheart.
1600 points, ended July 17, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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fantastic work
This is another great piece I must say, the message in this poem is the most poignant and most truthful message to all lovers who deal with this, if this poem is what I think it is about, a gret masterpice and it really got to me, this is poignant and perfect
thankyou for permitting people to read this, because it really says an awful lot about love and its straight to the point,
I hope to read more of your poems in the future, which I am positive I will, great poem
from jo -
beautiful
this is a beautiful poem shirley so much emotion makes me sad. its full of confusion and love and that really is amazing
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The shadow metophor for one's own consciousness. You have masterfully penned the alienation of the sense of self here. The dark shadows come to life in your dark imagery and on your dark page. It is a deep dive into thoughts I am sure many will be able to relate to.
I see you have chosen to rhyme each stanza differently and the second last stanza has no rhyme at all. Although this doesn't detract from the brilliance of your poem, this particular contest was a mega-rhymer. I was looking for consistant repetitive rhyme sounds here.
I am glad to have read your wonderful poem and thank you for entering...alby
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Incredible!
I love this one.
So mysterious!
I aspire to write like this.
Dani.
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