Shadow Man

Sometimes we all feel like shadows, unnoticed.

For moments at a time we just want to be quoted

or at least be noted by those who we doted

upon. It's pure bogus for us who are poets

to depend on others opinions of us now.

Even if not poets, none of us will hush down

until the things we want to say are said.

Some of us would even give our daily bread

just to get a chance, a moment in time

where we might, with a little luck, unleash rhymes

and get everybody listening to understand

all the pain and the problems we've been through. My hand

is available to anybody who needs it.

All my days were spent as I freed it.

The shadows I kept inside for much too long,

and I understand now that they came out wrong.

I could have done it differently, maybe made it better

but to be quite honest, one single letter

to you all could never hope to capture the emotions

I felt inside of me, like some witch's potion

it bubbled up and eventually bubbled over

as I sat waiting and watching, four-leaf clovers

in my hand hoping it wouldn't be too bad.

In the end, though, I was just so mad

so I took a sledge-hammer and broke the damn dam,

spraying a flood of water everywhere. Now I am

so much different than I every would have thought.

It seems that after so many years I finally bought

into the mindset of unnatural insanity.

Full of profanity, used to be into Christianity.

Nowadays, I still care just as much for humanity

but the mannerism in which I do it has become full of vanity.

That might as well be my middle name cause my sanity

is leaving me behind forever, goodbye, goodbye!

I hope that on your way you burn, crash, and die!

You, my sanity, were pointless and never helped me along.

No, the only thing you ever did was make me feel wrong.

You got me cheated on, deleted on, and mistreated on.

Now I'm here on the bench that I'm just seated on.

Side of the roads are the most familiar part of town

for me as I continue to travel on down

this path I'm taking, and this path I chose.

I tried to appease the rows of all my foes

but now I know that I could even go

to the ends of the world but they would still not know

how to respond to me, so they would fight and cry

and bite and pinch and eventually kill my soul. Why

are people so mean sometimes? Well, I don't understand

but I know exactly the place where they should go and 

they should stay away from me forever. I'm too busy

trying to get back to me. I'm now dizzy.

I'm just a shadow, walking the world alone.

My homeless home-town neighborhood tone

of my voice is getting a little bit on my nerves.

I'd rather not just try to go and conserve

all the power I have because it will never be enough.

I got a few cards, but I'm no good at calling bluffs

or faking them for that matter. It's much more sad

when i see a homeless person walking up the street, mad.

Headphones on, hood up, rocking to the beat

and I can tell by the way they drag their feet

they'd rather be dead. Yeah, they'd rather be gone

but they're stuck here for one reason or another. As long

as they are alive, they are sad and wasting away.

Everyday they wake up is just another day.

I don't know what I should say, but on the inside

I feel like I belong with them more. I abide

in a state of disaster, with nothing more to say.

I waste away and a way I waste another day

is by sitting here, wishing I could write a rap song,

but instead of a song I write some foolish sing-a-long.

In the end, it's a disaster like the rest.

I want to be quoted as one of the very best,

but the road there is so long and so weary

I might end up falling over, looking teary.

After all, I'm just a shadow in the dust.

No matter what I do, though, I know that I must

carry on walking this road that I chose.

Hopefully, someday, I won't still appose

my mind and my brain and everything else I feel.

To be honest, I don't know if this is real.

Am I anything more than a shadow on the road?

Whatever I am, I'm about to implode.

So watch out world, cause it's all coming down.

Slowly but surely, my shadow is coming around.

Author's Note

Some days we all feel like a shadow...

Reviews

[dan]

david, as my illness gets worse your pieces are getting harder and harder to review. there's an element of sameness to them all that further impairs my ability to give you an honest review. I'm not blaming you I'm blaming my worsening illness, I'm sorry. take care...dan

[Not here]

hey its okay dan, dont worry about it, and keep your head up man, there is always hope

[Lizardo]

You never disappoint do you? :)
Anothr truthful piece of writing, talks about everyone in the world and how we all feel at some time.

I like how you say: Why do people have to be some mean? I mean seriously, why? why can't they just tell you things in calm and civilized way instead of hurting in them in some way.
We all feel like shadows, we're born like shadows, but slowly we become visible to the sun lights, because we keep changing for good.
Great poem David, really, its really cool

[Ishita Dixit]

All of us have those days where we question our existence.
But the rainbow comes only after it has rained, so hey!

[Riley Justine]

This is definitely my new favourite of your poems. The emotion that comes out here is immense and obvious. Also I really liked the flow it took; it sounded a lot less like rap than some of your other poems (at least when I read it) which I love.
Awesome job here and keep putting your writing in my read requests!

~Ri

[Not here]

thanks :) ill gladly keep doing both

[xbxbzdvdsv]

I enjoyed this poem, you can do anything and everything you put your mind too. i understand what you're feeling, but you will an can push through! You've got this!!

[Dani The Unreviewed]

You are right, there are times when we feel like shadows.... Anyhow, nice write.

[AaronFreitas]

This is a deep amazing poem full of feelings that just needed to get out. I sure as hell have days where I just feel like a shadow... more days than not actually. It would be amazing to have thoughts heard, adored and worshipped by millions... I guess all we can do is keep pushing trying and hoping something we write connects with an entire generation. Awesome write buddy!

[Not here]

thank you :) im glad you liked it man

[Maumil Mehraj]

I think we all sometimes do feel like a shadow...very good work!
Thanks for sharing
Maumil

[closed]

very desperado

i think it does capture how everyone feels at some point or another
i guess its just apart of what makes us human

which, in spite of our loftiest ambitions
even the best artist isnt completely immune to being


-Dream

[Not here]

yeah thats definitely true, and desperado is such a fun word !!

[closed]

it is a fun word lol

[Not here]

lol yeah it really is