by Damien Knight

On thin ice lays the ego

Walking on the eggshells

Of consciousness

And there you find me

Hatred, bitter cold seeping

The shadow stands

To enlighten me

Sword drawn here I stand

But is that not

The coward I slain

Shaking inside my frame

Lo siento, I am sorry

That isn’t who I am

Merely just a shadow

The edge of another man
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