Shadows

There are shadows in my head
That distort my point of view
Empty nothing I am fed
Fear and anger are not new

There are shadows on the wall
That cloud my desperate sight
I’m confronted by them all
Mocking me throughout the night

There are shadows in my life
That confuse all I can see
Hasty slashes with a knife
Try to clear the way for me

There are shadows on the floor
That disguise the path I seek
I stumble and cry once more
Frustrated and feeling weak

There are shadows everywhere
That are dark and cruel and hard
Every day I’m forced to care
Holding back my lone trump card



CJ Tyo
December, 1995

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