THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 28
^SORROW FROM SHADOW^
^ PHASE ONE^
My soul couldn’t felt a thing,
I was left unwanted
Because I was haunted by the shadows.
Esuriently it crossed the road wide
from passerby to betide
In its toils snare fallacious behest
to those that halt in their quest.
I battled with my soul,
Went through a lot of pains,
Almost at the verge of tears
Journey of a day I did for years
I followed what I see from afar
Never knowing it will lead to gangster
I thought, as I stood at the window
There is sorrow in the shadow
That man makes as a pursuit
Not seeing the deadly circuit
Now it as reached the End-Time,
When morrow never be morrow,
Like the playing hurling-sleeker,
Still,sorrow never vanish from shadow.
It was all a lost
Back then when I was in lust
The shadow pricks me
And sorrowfully I wiped .
Emptied of self is this shadow
but those who watch it encounter sorrow.
Ambushed on its business and so on
match forth, lest you incure its wrath.
The shadow keep chasing me
and life murdered my soul,
The shadow went through
my heart with sorrowful pains.
I see the young riding jeep
Never knowing the secret is deep
Now using fellow for ritual
Cant quit cause now mutual
I will tell you the reminisce of a friend
Who fell sadly to an untimely end
For he pursued after shadow
And could not but remain hollow
Devilish act,incurred by shadow-relenting,
Why not bow for morrow-sweetness,than yesterday bitterness?
Or your conscience is draining your wild-life into a depart.
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