Shadow Poetry

dear, madness

sometimes I try to force the pieces to fit

but all I do is shift the tide

and the moon weeps

at my feet


it isn’t over

if your heart is still in it


I need a new heart

one that sees me

beats for me

maybe you too


but that depends

can you see in the dark?


I am flames burning the forest

I am the forest, too

breathing with charred skin

and begging people to stop cutting me down


I’ll hurt you

(I hurt me too)

and soothe us with rose petals

and the moonlight

that drips from my lips


creation and destruction

the game we all play

I am not playing

I am the one moving mountains

ending sunsets

setting alight the ills

I am the one

tripping over grains of sand

and choking on broken glass

dripping from my eyes


I am lost

even though I know

who I truly am

where I belong

who’s name is on my heart


I am lost

in a pool of ink

drowning on your absence

and the demons

kneeling at my door

they’re singing

to the darkness in me


I need a love affair

with my own soul

but there’s more

more that I need


sometimes I try to force the pieces to fit

but all I do is shift the tide

and the moon weeps

at my feet


by Daphne Shadows

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