Shadow
Shadowed by the destiny running along side the drip-less water drops of my existence,
and because of this I will fear no evil,
I take flight with my prosperity and its continuous persistence in tormenting what will someday make me ill.
Shadowed by the noise screaming through the silence of my mistakes,
I fear that wisdom smiles with masked frowns of its unbalance as rattles and shakes,
I sicken over the very kindness I hate because love keeps pushing me into a new day.
Shadowed by my intelligence which offers hindered indifference,
love potions tally petitions of an angry intermission of the joy that plays before my eyes.
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