The light we once had has <br />now turned into the darkest <br />shade of gray - has painted <br />a picture that would envy <br />Dorian Gray... <br /> <br />I no longer know whether <br />i'm coming or going, God <br />please help me - this is <br />scaring the hell outta me, <br />i feel like I'm drowning... <br /> <br />Our love has now taken <br />sanctuary in the shadow <br />of pagan church - stays <br />there even on the darkest <br />of days... <br /> <br />Your supposed caring for <br />me now taunts me like a <br />Banshee - it wails not to <br />warn of the suffering that <br />now faces me... <br /> <br />The hurt is so deep that <br />it now appears under my <br />skin - you masterminded <br />this whole bloody thing oh <br />so well... <br /> <br />I must now undertake the <br />daunting task of plastering <br />a warning to all would be <br />lovers: 'Love and Hate Are <br />Shadows of One Another.' <br /> <br />'2008'<br /><br />Robert Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadow-57/
