the shadow.

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the shadow visits me every night.
I can feel its presence like a silky wind as it brushes past my skin.
It follows me,
Leads me,
as I tread through the darkness.

Sometimes it stops.
I will stop too.
Stoop down to touch it in the dim, dark nothingness of night.
The shadow means everything to me.
I would die for the shadow.

The shadow gives me warmth in the bleak, empty nights.
The shadow sleeps beside me as I dream empty dreams. 
I lie myself down, and know that he's there, blinking invisibly beside me. 
The shadow accompanies me at my loneliest of times, and begs me to feel better soon.

But there is a darker side, even to a shadow. 
The shadow must be fed. 
The shadow needs to be appeased. 
The shadow is hungry... 

Hungry for me. 

It doesn't matter what I'm doing. 
The shadow will come to me, even as my hands are littered with tasks.
The shadow waits. 
The shadow stares. 
Gleaming green eyes in the darkness. 
I grow in dismay as it rubs itself against me 
And knocks my duties right out of my hands. 
For I cannot do anything else 
But tend to the shadow's needs. 

I am a slave to the shadow. 

Yet I love him.

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this poem is about my cat

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the shadow meows at me when I'm getting ready for bed and becomes angry when I almost trip over him cause I can't see him

[darkness0within]

A lovely write Kitten.

Our cat always has to come and say goodnight each evening. Sometimes she'll stay and snuggle up between us, or sleep on the end of the bed. or just curl up on my wifes overnight bag... Strange creature, but always loved.

[anirbas]

Meowpurrrrrrr. I do so love
nascence and shadows.
And I do so love cats.
And the inherent danger
of tripping over one
in the middle of the night.

And if you think, I love cats!
My husband, the other admin, here-
I swear he's Egyptian instead of British-
his reverence of cats, is that great!

Btw...Thanks for sharing. Got more???

Gigglegigglegiggle.




He's a Brit. And I'm a Texan.
Fourth of July is a laugh riot
of jokes in our domicile.

I call him a bloody lobsterback.
He calls me a bloody patriot.
I tell him no, I'm a bloody Texan.
We are a country unto our own selves.

Fuck Britain. And fuck America.
We don't think we are a part of either.
And we know we could succeed on our own
without the union, or the rest of the south.

Hehehe.