My Shadow

“My shadow is my own” oozes

Deep in my heart, those words

To a pose of query, of that foozle

Soon I started noticing it

But it desolate all my prevision

Black ghost stalking me

Black itself the only way to escape.

Unlike other’s striver

This empty structure teases me

This one hurdle in my joy

Poor me, who always want to be an arrant boy

Indeed, routine objurgation it brings

Somehow, that strange sound produces ‘strings’.

Those big muscular arms and round,

Turn flat and skinny on ground

Took a deep breathe inside

Pumped out my chest

Turned two sonsy balls,

Not at all, is it jest?

Lean, that athletic body

Angularly becomes curvy,

Maliciously laughing at me

That room, that light

Shaft on my left profile

Evil shadow at right.

Lapping my entity, fading my colour

Wall throwing out, shadow bright

Is this a gender diaphoresis?

Don’t unreel it dear shadow

It’s an offence,

Flunked in their expectations

I tried to end this fence

I took a long knife

To detach this dark intangible

Ablaze wall with blood

Pains were so far now,

All I was looking at, is the wall

To see this shadow fall

My half alive senses feel

A sensation of tumble

Indocile my sight

This dark-black shadow standing

Keen in front more bright.

This betrayal shadow

Celebrating it’s freedom.

One moment agnize me the whole

Biding farewell with a smile.

My shadow was a ‘Soul’.