Shadows- a poem

Shadows in the dark,
dripping blood and gore,
Shadows waiting to stab the heart
when brought to the fore.

Shadows that are dark,
Shadows of a lighter vein
Each letting out a blood curdling scream
Each writhing in intense pain.


My mind! My conscience! Nothing but a bunch of shadows
that keep me groping in the dark,
SHadows cooing in my ear,
Shadows letting out a screaching bark.


Almost as if a cry for help
to rescue them, bring them out of closet,
but deeply buried they are
in the crevices of my mind


My sins unatoned, my skills unhoned,
that i can't dare face them thus.
Shadows dancing in my eyes,
Shadows playing a dance of death.
-Shivam'DA'