June 13, 2010
By Yaritza Acevedo BRONZE, Attleboro, Massachusetts
Yaritza Acevedo BRONZE, Attleboro, Massachusetts
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As a young child he has always been afraid of his shadow,
It mimicked his every move,
When he turned his head to the gray skies envy,
The shadow followed in quick pursuit, to show him the crying memories
He ran on the world’s imperfections,
But walked on the earth’s shattered denials,
To get away from the shadow, he hid in a place nowhere to be found,
He used his gift of satin lips, to gain his heart full of sins,
His grip on reality loosened as he and the shadow grew
further apart, and away from the climb of desperation,
One day he turned away from it all and left the shadow in the dark,
But the past was to tempting and marked him with a tormenting brand,
So without hesitation he fell through the cracks of temptations,
The shadow stood and forced him to look at his regrets,
His cunning smile faded as he saw the truth in its eyes,
The fear that crept inside him was unexplainable with the finalization,
That where there is one, the other will always be

The author's comments:
i was inspired to write this piece after hearing a stroy about a man and how his wrong choices haunt him.

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