Shadow Puppet

This is how it has always been,

a cynical

life of conflict.

                                                                                                                                          .

Longing for more

than I’ve ever known,

without disregarding

the parable.

                                                                                                                                          .

Trapped inside my tiny prison,

eating craps of my regret.

Sometimes someone shines a light in,

and frightens me with my own shadow.

                                                                                                                                          .

This is how it has always been,

but I swear to God,

I have imagined more.

                                                                                                                                          .

Spitting blood

and broken teeth,

didn’t have to be

my graduation.

                                                                                                                                          .

Never was

and never will be.

                                                                                                                                          .

I asked myself,

“Do you really want to change?”

and the laughter I heard

was my own,

echoed by the Devil on my shoulder.

                                                                                                                                          .

This is high stakes shit;

life,

or my eternal soul.

How does a man

free himself

from the only life

he’s ever known?

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Constantly in contradiction,

with right and wrong,

fast and slow.

Never chose a side,

picked a direction;

always scared of my own shadow.

                                                                                                                                          .

Holding up a hand

to block the light,

I guess it isn’t all that bright.

Maybe the dark

is not so deep.

It turns out,

you have to open your eyes to see.

                                                                                                                                          .

This is how it has always been,

seeing all the same signs again.

Truth is,

it’s time to decide,

do I have it in me

to fight

one last time?

                                                                                                                                          .

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HG – 2020

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