shadow man – Picture courtesy of channelweb.co.uk
I want a life
Not this drab, grey existence
A shadow fading in
and out,
Trying to find solid
form
Clawing at ideas of
what I want to do
Finding who I am
meant to be
Instead I battle
against conformity
Not wishing to be
a sheep
For I do not fit
with the flock
I am the black
sheep
who dreams of
being a Wolf
I wish to escape this
town of little imagination
To find wonders and
happiness elsewhere
By the sea in Irish
harbours or English
bohemia
Maybe amongst the
dreaming spires
or the Athens of the North
But I live this
shadow life
Like a puppet playing
for the crowd
Praying my strings
will be cut one day
Hoping to be
a real boy
Until then I but
dream, waiting for reality
Waiting for my time
to come…
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on October 11, 2015
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