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Shadow

Creeping, Slithering, Flying, Fall

By Francesca PisciottaPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Shadow

Shadow

How do you breathe?

You take in nothing, only fear you seethe

In blackened sanguineous streams

Of prickling terror in physical form

This is your only story from human’s tongue, born

They know you not

In fear they’d rather be imprisoned within to rot

Know not, do the ignorant

Of the warm, red comfort.

The mothering Yin,

The peace within.

Breathe in, shadow

Whisper, does your blackened breath as it flows out from your mouth

Step onto the surface of your world only known by hate

Dissipate

Absorb into them all

Become one with half of All

To see and know it all, it ALL.

Speak a word of a story without end

Without a single utterance, emotion sends

Thought is non-existent

All are you and you are all

Creeping,

Slithering,

Flying,

Fall.

Into the center, the red, warm star

Of your world encompassing ALL, fall slowly to the softly glowing heart

Pass it as you peer into it's soul

The mother of your very world

Sink down below to the adjacent land

There is no sky,

Not since Life began

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Francesca Pisciotta

I hail from 'The Place of Gods.'

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