daily shadows

everything looks different during the day

less shadows, more hope in your blue eyes

mixed with mine –

lush greenery overwhelming ordinary storefronts;

broken trees symbolise

lost connections amidst the worst of times

moisture mostly remained

on the slippery ground beneath me

where quirky instability

gets in my face

requiring answers to questions

that have been asked for a long time

for which I had to find

a tricky way to improvise

and although it doesn’t always look good in my eyes

you could have reversed all the bad luck

crawling at my door

and judging me from

the point of view of an unfulfilled outcome;

when the dust finally began to settle

I looked at myself with external eyes

and it was not a cheerful sight

abused to the extent of not wanting life

in any form from the former shape ;

the more I fight with the shadows that have suddenly stemmed

the less I move forward, and in my case

it’s like leaving the whole world

in a state of inextricable unknown

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