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Lost in Isolation

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I am an empath which means I can "feel" others emotions and feelings as well as put into words things others would find hard to understand.


I'm friends with my shadow,
it's long tall and black,
it mimics every move I make,
but never answers me back.
It's like another part of me,
tied at the heel,
trying desperately to escape,
never knowing how I feel.
I'm always by my shadow,
it doesn't matter if there's no glow,
behind me every step of the way,
quick step or if I’m slow.
The outline stands before me,
never late but all to soon,
a dark alter ego on the ground,
highlighted by the moon.
Sometimes I’m left to wonder,
my friend who seems so hollow,
while there is no doubt,
he doesn't always want to follow.
So am I always chasing shadows,
or it it the other way around,
it depends which way I'm looking,
weather my friend is lost or found.
It's only in complete darkness,
that I feel completely free,
shadows are the negative side,
of the light that shines on me.
I'm a prisoner of my mind,
an aching body of disillusionment,
just trying to find,
a place where I can be content,
but my limbs are in a bind,
shadows of resentment,
can be so much unkind,
robbed tears I cry are lent,
smiles are hard to find,
words of sorrow are meant,
unspoken they are mimed,
my youth I crave is spent,
the truth I seek unwind,
the anger I seethe I vent,
while my teeth I slowly grind,
conflicting thoughts repent,
before my sight remind,
my pride my will hath dent,
my eyes with tears are blind,
my broken body is bent,
my spirit now resigned,
my weakness makes me feint,
but my conscious is relined,
my soul can't pay the rent,
for the life I've always dined,
this is just a sad lament,
of my thoughts that now unfind.

One thing I've learned about not letting people get close to you, is you won't destroy anyone's life if you die.

© 2020 Mark

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