" Death Of A Dream"

When he hides at night

I cannot see him there,

this shadow dancing

swirling in darkness,



all alone without me

waiting to follow him,

clicking on the lights

trying to find safety.



Bleeding and broken

lying weeping lonely,

who will save us now

hidden in our minds,



constant companions

bound bonded in life,

until the day we died

his shadow was me.



Following him around

a blindfolded thought,

buried together now

silence in the mind,



abused as the child

shuddering afraid,

not knowing why

chained together.



The drunk bastard

with a buckled belt,

beating us falling

lying unconscious,



dark our new grave

without bright lights,

our shadows hidden

peacefully dreaming,



dim lights from above

peeping from a ceiling,

white in the padded cell

my shadow psychiatrist.