The Shadows Again



Shadows and fog are in my mind

Man made.

Smudged over with a little

Burnt Sienne.

To cloud my thoughts

with their little fingers

of sadness.

I use a knife to

cut it open.

I peek inside

to see all my realities

are mislaid

and everything i believe in

is false.

A fake.

a Sham.

I smooth the fog out like

peanut butter.

to cover the hole I made

and try to make out

The shadows again.