In the shadow’s veil, beauty lay concealed
Unseen by those who walk the hurried way
The moonlight whispers secrets softly sealed
While shadows dance, the night turns pale and gray
A fragile bloom awaits the dawn's embrace
Its petals cloaked in night’s cold, tender shroud
Yet beauty thrives in such a quiet place
A truth unveiled when hearts no longer cloud
......
In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.
Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.
......
As a kid, I did not understand what boundaries were.
Personal space was a foreign concept,
my desire for closeness my primary goal.
Why wouldn't we hold our loved ones close?
Express our love and affection,
all disguised as my need for attention.
Along the way, my shadow kept score
of every intrusion, every violation,
every fucked up situation that had me screaming
Malory, fight back. Don't disappear.
......
Light at my back, a million stars
Tilt of the neck.. a tangle of scars
I see my shadow, my shadow against the wall
A million miles tall
These are poems about shadows, poems about darkness, poems about shades in the form of ghosts and spirits...
Shadows
by Michael R. Burch
Alone again as evening falls,
I join gaunt shadows and we crawl
up and down my room's dark walls.
......
In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.
Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.
......
In the shadow’s veil, beauty lay concealed
Unseen by those who walk the hurried way
The moonlight whispers secrets softly sealed
While shadows dance, the night turns pale and gray
A fragile bloom awaits the dawn's embrace
Its petals cloaked in night’s cold, tender shroud
Yet beauty thrives in such a quiet place
A truth unveiled when hearts no longer cloud
......
These are poems about shadows, poems about darkness, poems about shades in the form of ghosts and spirits...
Shadows
by Michael R. Burch
Alone again as evening falls,
I join gaunt shadows and we crawl
up and down my room's dark walls.
......
As a kid, I did not understand what boundaries were.
Personal space was a foreign concept,
my desire for closeness my primary goal.
Why wouldn't we hold our loved ones close?
Express our love and affection,
all disguised as my need for attention.
Along the way, my shadow kept score
of every intrusion, every violation,
every fucked up situation that had me screaming
Malory, fight back. Don't disappear.
......
Light at my back, a million stars
Tilt of the neck.. a tangle of scars
I see my shadow, my shadow against the wall
A million miles tall