HE IS MAD

A poem

HE IS MAD

 

I am afraid of my shadow

It follows me like a detective

As if specialized in detecting

The real me..

 

My shadow threatens me

When I am naked

But imitates me..

When I am well dressed

 

Never be your self

Learn to act to live

Never take out but snuff out

The instincts your real building blocks

 

My shadow threatens me…

 

 “I don’t want you” I screech

I hate to act, I hate masks

I will be my tribal self, raw self

I can never be a plastic self..

 

My shadow’s face blackens

 

To escape from the shadow

I retreat, I avoid light of life

Into the darkness I retreat

Into my self to be what I was before birth

 

My shadow in collusion with

Other shadows of false world

Decide to boycott me

From the group of shadow lovers

 

 

Inside the darkness

While mating with my self

I hear the murmur of shadows

From the world of sun light..

He is mad…He is mad.

 

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

the first step is to make friends with your shadow, which is not a he

[Hello, Goodbye]

I can relate to maddening feelings described and I think you put it down well.