Shadows...

Shadows flicker above, over my head

Light and dark, in their eternal chase

My tired eyes follow them in the silent gloom

As their quiet dance, my thoughts erase…

Fleeing to the corners, as the curtains billow,

Returning again as the breeze subsides,

Tireless and repetitive the rhythm unfolds

Light and shade, from each other hides

The rays of the halogen that filter through

Meets the gloom that abides within,

They mingle and merge on every surface,

The ceiling, the floor… and my clammy skin

One might almost feel that this little display,

Can be construed as a reflection of life

Of that constant battle that consumes us,

Our inner darkness battling the surrounding light

Our own flames we use to guide our peers…

On us its purpose is always lost

The race of hypocrites that we truly are,

We are forever surrounded by our mind’s frost

In the edge of that frigid battlefield,

Where instincts and logic struggle for power

This identical game of shadows and light

Repeats itself, till one can make the other cower

It seems to me that this constant battle,

Is predetermined, to never end

Light and dark balance each other,

And eventually into a single entity, do blend

When it’s all over we are left drained,

Doomed to make our choices alone

The faded miasma of the right and wrong,

Offer us as much help as a stone

The final decision rests with us,

What path we choose to go down by,

To light the bulb and banish the shades,

Or shut the drapes and the light defy.

This fascinating game, gracing my walls

Seems to me to be telling a tale,

The story of how eventually every man must

Observe the war, raging beneath his veil

The shadows loom above, over my head

Light and dark, in their eternal chase

My tired eyes follow them in the silent gloom

I feel myself drowning within their embrace.