I am a shadow on the wall and I will follow you
Everywhere you creep, I will be with you
Following your every step, I will haunt you
There is nothing you can do
I am always watching you
Like big brother from the dark
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DISCLAIMER –
The below poem is not meant to be offensive – I am personally a sensory impaired member of society, I am very short sighted with astigmatism and I am totally deaf in my right ear with only 35% hearing in my left ear and I could potentially lose that, considering I have auto-immune inner ear disease. I have only learned to develop a sense of humour with the cards I’ve been dealt with in life, please understand.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of deaf
I shall hear no evil, but see a lot I might
Though I hear not the barks that scold me, I see the awful sight
Evidence of those who hate me are seen everywhere
And they sit back and they think that I really, really care
But yea, the mind is full of ego
And they shall think of themselves
I shall sit in wonderment, why they don’t put the hate on their shelves?
I wonder why every day, why they think of me?
When I have left them long ago, yet they still want to torture me?
Then I realise that those poor dears, they do not have a life
So that is why they taunt me, with curses and poisoned words of strife
They of course have an ego too, that you can be sure
That they sit around every day gossiping of the times of yore
Becoming old and bitter, making their friends think that they are a bore
By choosing to focus on the dead past, the past that makes them sore
And I sit back still amazed, that they have chosen to concentrate
On things about me, each and every day, because poisoned words always finds a way
To go back to the victim
You see that’s the side effects of your conviction
Gossip not and leave the friction
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The night is chilled and the air is icy
Winter nips at your cheeks and nose
Wandering far into the forest, you are lost my little Rose
Simplicity doesn’t exist where complexity plays
A daring youth like you amaze me in all ways
Hark! Hear the sound of the midnight wolves
Playing a melody to attract lost fools
You follow their tune, blissfully ignorant of the dangers they bestow
And onwards you follow, and onwards you go
Through the nocturnal world you flounder
From tree to tree you flow
Further into the orchestra, into something you don’t know
Into the jaws of hunger
Into the mists of time
Into the raging beasts that are ready to dine
And now you’re here, cold in my arms
A little Rose you’ve been
And I have plucked you from the world and you’ll never again be seen
Not by mortal eyes no how and you’ll stay forever with me
No mortal shall hear your cries when you beg me for release
And now you’ve joined the shadow world
A place that’s made from fear
And you will sup upon mortal babes and breed with me more fear
And nothing shall stop your pain, when you can’t kill anymore
You’ll always give into the hunger and eat their flesh that’s raw
And I’ll be here for you always
My precious little one
To remind you of who it was, that hid you from the sun
Oh my little Rose, look at what you’ve become!
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There is an effervescent brook running through the forest
Green shimmers along its bumpy waves and shadows of bygone days
Moss upon rocks gives shelter to life, frogs sit upon them and they know no strife
The cackles of the woodland tease and frolic during the day
Always happy and larking, always in play
The shadows of the brook is always this way
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The shadows surround my soul
Enveloping me, I behold
Their love, their song, their warmth
With them I am free from taunts
With them I in the universe am launched
Higher than the moon, beyond the golden stars
Where I hear the universal tune of the ascended masters
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