Shadows

Posted bySmith Shine PoetryPosted inMental healthTags:, , , , , , 
The music stops, 
and I feel the cold. 
Love hacked and extracted.

Can the soul save itself?
As they fight for my last breath?

Pulling me back to the shadow world,
where dead hearts can't bleed.
Moons don't reflect from seas,
and on the vulnerable,
the shadows feed.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

6 thoughts on “Shadows”

  1. This poem reminds me of the passage “Yea,though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me”. Surely your poem reflects although shadows lurk the light of Christ shines within you. Beautiful writing! God Bless and keep you.
    Julia

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