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A Movement in the Shadows

by Edward Ahern

Is that you swirling shadows
in the corner of my room?
Are you churning up my guilt
So it congeals into rank fear?
Are you blotting out the lamplight
and my hope for shreds of peace?
Is your hate so strong in death
that it destroys my sleep?
Am I cursed to feel your hurtings
in all solitary moods?
Do you damn me while still living
for what cannot be undone?
If I cannot ease your torment
While still walking in the sun
Then know that I will find you
When I am also dead.

Copyright © 2017 by Edward Ahern

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