by N. Cullen.

Created on: July 10, 2008

DARK SELF

My dark self walks behind me,
listens to the conversations I speak,
waiting for the moment to overcome,
pass overhead,
landing at a new angle, direction, or side.

The sun beats hard,
never more than a step to any direction,
to receive my first opinion,
about what has just happened,
with no response,
only a simple shake of the head.

At night it drifts off,
somewhere to sleep,
while I sit alone,
with no one to share life with
until the sun rises again
and he returns to my side.

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