Friday, April 8, 2022

Shadow of My Soul

Beyond the shadow of a doubt

Beyond the searing pain of gout

Exceeds my fears and cringes

Breaks the door off of its hinges


The shadow of my soul leaps away

Cautions me to rue the day

Slips inside a shadow’s coffin

Removes the cap he was doffin’


He says:

One day you’re going to be like me

One day, one day, one day you’ll see

One day you’re liable to doff my cap

Slip inside for a long dirt nap


Next to the old grist mill

Rats are scrambling to get their fill

Do they know that I will die

Amidst the barley and the rye


Will the story ever unfold

Or remain discreet, forever untold

Will the killer be revealed

Or will my bones remain concealed


He says:

One day you’re going to be like me

One day, one day, one day you’ll see

One day you’re liable to doff my cap

Slip inside for a long dirt nap


For now I sleep and start to rot

Dream of a life which I knew not

My shadow lives to taunt me low

As if to say I told you so


If I could wake from this long dirt nap

The shadow’s slack I’d take it back

Hide from the light and never allow

My shadow free to haunt me now


He says:

One day you’re going to be like me

One day, one day, one day you’ll see

One day you’re liable to doff my cap

Slip inside for a long dirt nap


By Royce Waxenfelter

4/8/22

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