CHIT-CHAT WITH MY SHADOW

New moon, full moon

Burnishing its course through grilled glass

Outlining every angle of an ill-defined shadow

I hear the sound of the wind

I feel it too

I know it’s saying something

But I am raw to its meaning

I stay put

Clinging to the gloom

Perceiving the cost of befallen doom

Awaken me from this nightmare

Shell out this toll of despair

Sing a song

And let me hear it

Stretch out your hand

And ask me for a dance if you see fit

Drown the anxiety engulfed in my sprit

Let me find a joy and happiness so exquisite

Light up the sun in my heart

Disregard the fears within my soul

Bring in the radiance

To shine in my world as dark as coal

Eradicate the torment

Let me live happy ever after and not just a moment

Mute the screams, the yells, the mourns and groans

And let the beauty of the silence serenade my being.

Lord,

Cover me in the shadow of your wing,

Eternally,

Let me soak in the warmth of your ecstasy

Taking endless pleasure in tranquility

The darkness is swallowing me quickly

And I may not make it back up

Unless you come to the rescue

And help me.

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