Shadows

A Dead Poets Live Prompt “Exodus”

Thy shadows in exile; exodus of salvation, a collective numbering thousands~exit precariously, victim to absent conundrums, interplay of light and dark, a home is shattered, persons crumble, identities are reconstructed, for to be shadowless is, surreal? Strange, perhaps frightening too, mankind and it’s reflection; the meaning one could not construe.

Abnormalities, they gather in multitudes, form coalitions, you are beyond measure, now a victim of disguise, bound by secrecy, tethered and ripped from inside; hollow, are you gregarious?

Have you reached such heights, satiating human dimension, shadows no longer carry your burden, one may be struck~ divided~ embellished~torturous; a terror not to be spoken of, dark secrecy follows reckless undulation.

One reaches pinnacles of extraordinary; mankind no longer pursues, abolition of existence, uncertain of their divinity or humaneness, what really concurs when shadows exit, leave you~ entrapment without recourse, sanity begets attention.

Labelled and misunderstood, how is one to live in accordance with life, without a shadow that follows, company that became; one is no longer natural, phased, phased out in cycles of tyranny~ one questions reality, who leaves without shadow?

Discord with belief, historical figures faced this cacophony; dared not speak forth, enabling asylums, lost and disparate~ what are you~ why~stranger, did you desert? Lost and disparate, desperate for answers, no solace in confession, possession perhaps, anvil lifts the burdened thickets, the symphony arises, leaves in drones, what are you?

One tantalizes beliefs, quits in desperation, exuded joy forming at the lips, shadows belong to mankind, questioning sanity once gone, knowing this conundrum is best kept in secret, lest other portions of the body exude, leaving one tathered, slowly~ripping~stature~behind.

Anna Rozwadowska 2019

In response to David S.’s prompt “Exodus” —