The Faithful Shadow
The first thought that visits me upon waking
always arrives uninvited yet never late.
It likes to sit beside my bed in silence and wait.
Solitude - his name as old as time
a faithful shadow by my side.
I claim I need no other presence,
no louder laugh, no second chair.
Yet I confess: these repeated, colorless mornings
leave a bitter taste by nighttime
like medicine for a fever of head
and just before sleep takes me
a quiet wish takes birth
that this welcoming darkness may finally keep me,
so I would not have to wake to greet
that guest yet again.
P.S: contest.
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