In The Shadow Of Doubt...

when you meet at some
crossroads
you are familiar with
what i carry

just a shadow

a shadow of doubt
a mimicry of what i am
a cry of the silent
darkness that is dependent
upon a little light

the moon long understands this
it is compassionate
and we talk
on the grass on the pond
in the eeriness of air
in the blankness of space

when we meet again
in the light
as you prefer it to be
i carry nothing

i am no longer myself
no matter how you try to be

if you love me
let me just be a shadow without a body
that you want to touch
and believe

you must believe in the doubt
that i am
you must hope for nothing
you must shed off faith

you only have to utter a word
that must exist beyond the journey of time

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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