For the shadows are shadows because of the light, but never will you see me

Here in the presence of the light

(I'm surrounded)

where none can appear to understand me,

for no light can see the shadows from where it stands

while the shadow feels the sharp cut of light grinding at its edges.

Being among the undergrowth, the overlooked one

either pitied or feared

but never on par....

the shadow may never mix with the light,

for its nature lies not there.

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as much as the light would like to believe

the shadow may mingle with the light

i guess......:

the talk of the shadow is misunderstood by the light.

What I would say if i did say

if i could open up to you one day

would be too crude or sensitive for you to understand......

but i guess thats the very reason the shadow buries itself,

and mingles not with the light.

remaining still quite out of sight

and out of sound

perceiving only a shadow....

the light sees something it cannot understand.