Shadow

The shadow of my eyes holds the dealings of wake less nights where I slept no more. The memories of pain settled upon my shadows as they escaped the cells of my memory and the skin of my forehead to speak under the shadow lurking as a subtle reminder of kin. What have I done to mend no heart and to speak no laughter? I am the child of god, bear into the harsh realities of reality. My shadows have beautifully flourished the tire of my intellect thought. I gasp to cover the found shadows of the face of the eye of what is me. I agree to adopt the shadows will; only to own my deals I have made in this so called life. This shadow was before a haunting creature of no features, no face, no feeling, and no soul. A blank circle around and around it went. It followed the unwilling to steal the daylight upon an invite to the night. It was friendly with the night; it stayed active and alive circling me like a cloud of grey rain.