poetry

I Know a Boy Who Chases Shadows. {poetry}

{source: Washington Square. 1952. Vintage}

{source: Washington Square. 1952. Vintage}

 

I know a boy who chases shadows,

He’s scared to see the light

Spends his days within a slumber

Only awakens in the night

I know a boy who chases shadows,

He talks to monsters in his mind

Haunted memories flash when his eyes are closed,

Never sure of what he’ll find.

I know a boy who chases shadows,

His dreams are sculpted out of ice

His fears light his world on fire,

Dreams escape like rapids from his eyes

I know a boy who chases shadows,

He wishes he could feel

Pinched skin attempts at awakening,

Refusing to believe this fate is real

I know a boy who chases shadows

The world stares in disbelief

He paints a smile while he stands on stage,

Bringing fleeting moments of relief

I know a boy who chases shadows

He lives in a world encompassed with defeat

Hoping the pain will end by morning,

He doesn’t feel alive unless he bleeds

I know a boy who chases shadows,

Wiring his mind to numb the pain

Pixelated fairy tales

Swallow him up like acid rain

I know a boy who chases shadows

I finally saw him in the light

I begged he’d stay like this forever

As he escaped into the night.

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