Dear Readers,
Happy September! I can't believe summer is already over and fall has taken its place. That also means that school has started (for a couple of weeks now for me). In this new year of high school, I want to set a goal for myself of one poem per week, or at least one poem every two weeks. I will definitely try to post once a week!
In terms of writing, I was looking through one of my notebooks and I saw this unfinished poem about shadows. I really like the idea of mysterious shadows and night versus day, so I decided to continue with the poem, although I did change it quite a bit. This is only a first draft, and there is a lot more editing to be done, but here it is:
The Shadows of the Night
Crawling through the sand
Creeping through the desert
And the minds and dreams of frightful children
The moon has turned off its flame
No cheese left on the platter.
They're not robbers
They're not criminals
They're just shadows of the night —
Your abandoned second half
That only the sun shows
But the moon emphasizes or ignores —
Is it ashamed of silhouettes? Or is it
Proud of the hundreds of transformations?
Where I'm sure as can be
That the shirt is really a monster.
It could be a creature
But for me —
it's the monster of the future
Where the shadows of the night
Become the reflections of the day.
The shadows of the night —
Who never stop moving.
An overactive mind in the form of a body—
In the form of a soul.
Don't put a bandage over the blood—
Don't shine a light over the shadow.
They run like fugitives:
For when the day comes,
They have nowhere to live,
And they leave nothing,
But the trace of a
Shadow
that once
Was.
I hope you enjoyed the poem!
~Golden Ink
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