my life's interesting, growing, shrinking, hiding-
a whole world to flow into, moving without friction;
those rays of life, forever hidden, mock from edges
-thats why they tire everyday, and surrender to my vices;
i find my shadow sitting, drooping, ready to die-i pity him
he has lost all mirth, i try to amuse him, changing tones,
but he rarely notices, my existence, my loyalty, my love,
he doesn't feel my touch, doesn't dance to my tunes of winds;
i wish to die with him, be locked in coffin, and not be able
to be lured by my vices at the dead of the night.
Author notes
picture prompted http://www.flickr.com/photos/abro/1725533254/
A contest entry
- PIF Photo Prompts (Quickie contest) by Freestyle Bushido.
400 points, ended January 29, 8 entries
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Comments
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Intresting take on the prompt. Kind of like a guide to the day in the life of a shadow. thank you for your entry and good luck.
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