We fear our shadows are but ghosts
Of who we are and were
They follow us where’er we walk
Remind us why we’re there
These shadows are the things we did
The needless hurt we caused
The shadows of the pain we felt
And of the loves we lost
These ghosts are almost tangible
But strangely out of reach
They move beyond our aching hearts
Inhibiting our speech
We glimpse them now when we are sad
When guilt must blind our eyes
We know the ghosts are our own selves
The ones we most despise
anelephantcant 
That one touched a part of my soul that was hiding behind a door, me thanks you anelephantcant for your words.
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AnElephantCant remember ever having a comment that moved him so. His job is done. Thank you so much.
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Good poem, but the drawing is better – the hunched shoulders and sidelong eyes and straight line mouth tell us everything we need to know. Poor guy. Granted he’s helped make his problems worse, but he’s in a bad place right now.
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So happy that you like the image. Once again drawn by my friend and colleague Phil Burns, Scottish artist and illustrator of the ‘Little Giant’ trilogy of books written by your blogger.
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serious words..thought-provoking
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Thank you. If it makes you think, then AnElephant is content.
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Poignant and true. Very, very well done! We, all of us feel that way as we make our way through life. You’re right, the ghosts are always there, I guess never really all that far away.
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Thank you, Penny.
I guess most of us have dark things in our past deeds that give us pause for thought.
Except you, of course!
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I wish!
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What a sad poem and what a lonely person sitting there with his bottle. I agree with Alastair’s comment – a man of many talents indeed and a Friday Fictioneer to boot! 🙂
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Thank you again. Happy that it touched you in some small way.
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A very deep part of the human existence…. you’ve done well describing what we all go through at one time or another.
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Thanks, Roxi, there is a dark place inside most of us, I believe.
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Sorrowful
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Well, it tries to say how it feels, deep inside.
Thanks for your comment.
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Insightful
Beautiful
Wistful
Soulful
With grace
Amaze.
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La femme de Medville
Est encore trop gentille
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Non, juste ce qu’il faut,
Ce n’est pas de trop.
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AnElephant has done a good job proving
As well as funny poetry, he can also do moving
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🙂
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Thank you Alastair
You save me from despair!
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