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i am but a shadow

a meer reflection of self

the one who trails behind the crowd

who's left upon the shelf

 

i am but a shadow

the unordinary teen

the who is ignored by all

the one who's never seen

 

i am but a shadow

no light shines on my step

only darkness do i see

so long have i slept

 

i am but a shadow

will i ever be free

or will i begin to wither away

no one will ever see me

 

~Yatsuna :butterfly:

 

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Posted (edited)

This is a nicely written poem with many universal elements. Everyone (that can still remember their own teen years) can relate to it. Not everyone can be the center of attention at any given moment but I am willing to bet a dollar to a doughnut (my standard wager) that you didn’t escape everyone’s notice. Perhaps you are like me, a late bloomer. Keep writing you show promise. :)

Edited by Regel
Posted

*laughs* and i've still days i feel like that.

 

i especially like

i am but a shadow

no light shines on my step

only darkness do i see

 

two quick suggestions:

a meer reflection of self

mere

 

and

the who is ignored by all

the *one* who?
Posted

very nice... good show... might consider replacing 'wither' with 'fade' in the last stanza... but then again, that phrase might be a little to cliche for your tastes... oh well just a suggestion...

 

revery

the dreamlost

"build that wall(aimee mann.)"

the dream continues...

Posted

Erm... it's poemy. I think you missed a word in there though... Um.. maybe... Hold please...

 

the who is ignored by all

shouldn't that be, the one... maybe? I don't know, I'm not you, but whatever... Good poem.

Posted (edited)

A shadow's weight

(For Yatsuna)

 

In shadows dwell many a good thing

For the fullness of the sun can burn

As an ever-watching eye can sting

And cause a bloom to wilt and turn.

 

All angst can be outlasted

All pain can be overthrown

Let the ache of sorrow touch unabashed

Lest compassion dies with memory outgrown.

 

When walking far behind the step

Of those whose path is lit with attention

Remember from your spot you've kept

Your own choice as yours for your direction.

 

The day shall come when amidst the shade

Another soul of quiet breath

Shall cross with yours thus a new path made

And this lonliness shall meet it's death.

Edited by Illianna Wolfsong
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