There's a place we would go to,
Walking when the floorboards creek,
Seemingly untouched,
But brushed by something,
Without a tongue.
I scope,
Looking for you,
As you disappeared.
You're gone,
Taken by the shadow,
Sitting below us.
It has no body,
No mind or soul.
It only lies there,
Seemingly bored.
It has one eye,
And holds many lies.
It's beneath the earth,
Sprouting like rot.
It knows you,
It knows me,
It knows the secrets that we keep.
And at what price do we go,
To find this shadow,
As rare as gold?
But it doesn't exist.
It's not you though.
And it's certainly not me.
Is it the eye within the crust of Earth?
Hiding in the soil,
Feeding off anger,
Shaking earthquakes,
Crying floods,
Breathing tornados,
Shouting like thunder and lightning.
It always sees us,
And hates us,
As it sleeps below,
Listening to us mumble,
About the cracked floor.
The crack with the shadow in it.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
