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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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