A Gang of Shadows
 
A gang
of shadows
follow
me.
 
Lurking
in the
periphery,
plotting
their assault,
before
infiltrating
the alcoves
of
the psyche.
 
Passing
thru
my form
with
bludgeoning
waves
of sadness,
and cloaking
the world
in darkness.
 
As battle
ensues,
the entity
of light
fights
to shed
this dreary
jacket.
 
Searching
for a pixel
of positivity
to establish
a resistance,
assembling
pieces of
the dawn
to seek
a blemished
equilibrium.
 
Composing
a mental
armour
derived
from  the
adulation
for life,
infinite love,
and
the operations
of
the heart.
 
Filling
the internal
reservoir
with these
elements,
to combat
an assured,
yet impulsive
future clash.
 
Uncertain
if there
will
be enough
ammunition.


​Michael Sell