The Shadow

In the half light
You could be mistaken
For anything other
Than the person you are
The shadows hiding
The budding bruises
The dusk masking
The sodden sheets
Those dreams
Where you run
But stay on one spot
You scream
But your vocal cords
Have been cut
You claw at the sides
But stay in the well
Are a waking nightmare
An every day life you live
Those roundabouts
You spun on
Air through hair
Face upturned
Where you’d gather speed
Were the last
Real time
When you felt alive
Too many decades ago

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