It hath no mercy.


Lingering above me

As darkness scour along the plastered walls, like the tides of sea.

A sea of shadows, crashing along the shores of my spirit.

Taking everything, but my fears.

It’s as if I’ve stumbled upon an abyss

Exposed to nothing but the shadow of me.

A shadow of me.

My shadow.



The person who I used to be



Screaming questions that can never be answered truthfully.

Yet these screams continue to fill my head, echoing through these hollow grounds.

Taking over everything, but these fears.

Walking along the planes of darkness,

A solitary martyr marches forward, shadowed by me.

A shadow of me.

My shadow.



Whispers, softly.


Smiles at me benevolently.

“Don’t worry my child,” she said, “As you can see

I am still with thee, so please do not leave me be.

I will fight these fears that scare thee.

Through darkness or dismay

I shall walk with thee for eternity.

I’ll be there, like a shadow.”

My shadow…


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2 Comments Leave a comment

  1. Powerful. Fear and anger are destructive emotions, as your poem clearly suggests. They bring a bitter harvest. The remedy for fear is not anger. It is faith in God. “Cast all your anxiety on Him because he cares for you” (1 Peter 5:7).

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