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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