thespian Curious poetry

(stories) six: A Shadow Of Me

a dark rainy night

blue flashing lights 

far in the distant sky

drawing my eye


but how can that be 

that it looks like me

i am here and there is he

nothing more than a shadow of me


as i draw near

the scene becomes clear

and what do i see

something so wrong, an impossibility


and how can that be 

that it looks like me

i am here and there is he

little more than a shadow of me


as i stand i start to sway 

as a life before me slips away

and i see that it’s a memory 

just a shadow of what’s left of me


but how can that be 

that it looks like me

i am here and there is he…


and then, just like that, there is no more of me. 

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