C Poem

“C” Poem:

The sun sets

confidently in the sky

causing all the shadows to run

but chains keep them stuck to us,

a burden we must carry,

I am my own shadow,

and there is no escaping,

not when the sun isn’t strong enough

to erase my burdens

so I walk as a prisoner

and every morning I wake up

and live like a zombie as

every and any other day, routinely

like a puppet without will,

then the sun disappears

and my shadows unchain

In nights I dream

of truly living