The shadow is eating my life
Every morning I wake up
I can feel its lurking slip
The shadow is a regular guest at my table
it tastes my wine, takes the last bite from my plate
We have a hate-hate relationship
She sneezes and I enjoy the flu grip
Lately, she even invited other friends to join us
So I am completely lost in this sea of shadows
Having no chance but to become one
one way or another
6 thoughts on “Slow dilution”
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Iulia’s latest poem continues to excavate gems from the subconscious seams of Noir.
Thank you so much, Louis Kasatkin! Noir such a delicate word!
The poem expresses deep feelings of soul.
Thank you so much, my friend ramesh rai!
Interesting:-)
Very much appreciated, Nalini Srivastava! Thank you!