Question your own feeble mind
When you enquire as to the shadow, sitting
Hunched over in a manic position of blurry body,
As if a light had threatened to break through its
Frail, twisted carcass of darkened silk strands; spiked
For that, scorned sinister look.
Can you begin to decypher what caught your blind eye
In that dismal, dank room of unnatural misery?
Can you hear the insane, itchy, scratching, screaming
whisperings of a shadow's silhouette?
Clawing at the ice cold insides of a contorted illusion;
For even shadows cast darker images across their damned path,
To only exist in the realms of another's physical law.
But, as a demon of darkness learns through the black poison
Of others lives, venom becomes more concentrated through species.
Open, look up to see the glorious glowing light, exposing you,
Giving your life a meaning, to see wonders, majesticly sparkling.
Shadows only look up into the wall of their master's back,
Blocking their only escape, attached to feet that wear their souls
Down to the point of evaporation.
And still the wounded whispers of tortured, poisoned essences
Infect the pores of those so desperately trying to survive,
To live, not merely exist.
Blink, distance yourself from that strange show of impossible darkness.
Exit to the land of light, solar or artifical,
They will exist none the same, clawing, whispering loudly
Through sewn shut slump mouth
Until they can be more than a cheap immitation
Of a being suffering from many more complex insanities
Than lack of light, detail and mass.
When you enquire as to the shadow, sitting
Hunched over in a manic position of blurry body,
As if a light had threatened to break through its
Frail, twisted carcass of darkened silk strands; spiked
For that, scorned sinister look.
Can you begin to decypher what caught your blind eye
In that dismal, dank room of unnatural misery?
Can you hear the insane, itchy, scratching, screaming
whisperings of a shadow's silhouette?
Clawing at the ice cold insides of a contorted illusion;
For even shadows cast darker images across their damned path,
To only exist in the realms of another's physical law.
But, as a demon of darkness learns through the black poison
Of others lives, venom becomes more concentrated through species.
Open, look up to see the glorious glowing light, exposing you,
Giving your life a meaning, to see wonders, majesticly sparkling.
Shadows only look up into the wall of their master's back,
Blocking their only escape, attached to feet that wear their souls
Down to the point of evaporation.
And still the wounded whispers of tortured, poisoned essences
Infect the pores of those so desperately trying to survive,
To live, not merely exist.
Blink, distance yourself from that strange show of impossible darkness.
Exit to the land of light, solar or artifical,
They will exist none the same, clawing, whispering loudly
Through sewn shut slump mouth
Until they can be more than a cheap immitation
Of a being suffering from many more complex insanities
Than lack of light, detail and mass.
Author notes
When looking at the titles i had a strange thought, we hve shadows, what if shadows had shadows [obviously impossible] but not in my mind!! As i recently created another poem on shadows being fixated on eyes of humans, as they themselves have no detail, and this is about shadow's shadow, and it kinda flits between talking about humans to shadows and shadow's shadow [yes confusing!]
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love it
"as a demon of darkness learns through the black poison
Of others lives, venom becomes more concentrated through species"
love this part
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"the power of darkness"
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The beginning verses gave me the feeling of one sitting in an asylum or mental hospital. A very interesting muse to write upon, that cause one to ponder if our shadow's shadow has shadows.. Very well written.
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This was very lovely and dark, but with a bit of brightness in the end, beautiful. An excellent piece, but I do have a few little nitpicky things...
"Of others lives, venom becomes more conentrated through species." - missed the second C in concentrated
"Infect the pours of those so desperately trying to survive," - pours should be pores
"Blink, distant yourself from that strange show of impossible darkness." - distant should be distance
Other than that, fantabulous! -
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God i hate it when i do that =/ should revise poems more carefully, thank you
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OOOOOOOOOOOO I like this, as per. The idea is very deep and interesting, never thought of shadows having shadows, or maybe shadow shadows shadow having shadows? (or is that just silly?) "Love this Frail, twisted carcus of darkened silk strands; spiked For that, scorned sinister look." Sorry to be a nitpicker, but carcus should be carcass. Other than thatn good luck in the contest!


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