Shadow (By Cat Matchuk)
White wall, white paint,
it peels off with time.
Make a stage for the shadow puppets.
White wall, white paint,
it peels off with time.
Make a stage for the shadow puppets.
Fear what you cannot see,
you never know what lurks in the dark.
A heavy weight against the heart
can only slow the beating.
It does not stop, merely pulsing.
Weak, but alive.
Day brought the shadows when it shone too bright,
created the darkness to dance with the light.
Blame the sun for burning,
fire on your skin,
and watch as the clouds abandon the sky.
You see me, you see right through,
past the flesh and into the heart.
Awaking from a dream just to stumble across the broken concrete of buildings,
you wish to be dreaming again, it’s better.
You feel like summer,
when sun would rain from symphony,
and eternity.
The wind was unforgiving,
taking the words from my head before they could dance on my tongue.
Sifting through every grain of sand,
trudging along the ocean.
Continue reading “Caged”