I’ve tried all advice
Still tumbling down with a smile
Cries of whisper
finds nothing of consequence
Delirium morning and
a sunset that
night forgets in a blink
I kept thinking
I’ve kept myself
from her concerning eyes
but i remain an open book to her
maybe our shadows talk
to each other at night
An epitome of empathy
I am healed for a day
All that there is
Is all that there could be
I get rid of my pride
that weakened my pace
to experience all that i could
Possibilities open up
in the same surroundings
and i am able to slow down
the setting of the sun
and appreciate the colourful
making of the dark
Finally
I meet my shadows in the night
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