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Shadowlands
Retreating internally into the Shadowlands within;
That land of dreary dimness, isolated from life's pain.
Yet, this world has it's own pain, grasping my ankles;
Pulling me deeper into the throes of separation.
What is the lure of the Shadowlands to my soul?
Why do I walk hand in hand with it's coldness?
I search my heart for the answers to why I come;
Or why do I stay as my tears roll down my cheeks?
I seek the brightness of the light with my higher self;
Yet the darkness within calls my name so sweetly.
This unbalance feels so natural, I cannot stop it;
A part of me does not desire to escape into the light.
The more I seek this answer, the louder and more shrill
Is the call from the Shadowlands dark interior cradle.
It promises me the most simple of protections, a cocoon;
None of the pain from outside can penetrate these walls.
This is not a lie, but neither is it the fullness of truth;
For the sensual beauty of life cannot touch my soul there.
The Shadowlands are the place of escape, of hiding;
Giving up my rights to joy, peace, and light for the protection.
I begin to understand the nature of the Shadowlands appeal;
Its powers dwindles, as my soul hungers for the sensual.
It thirst for the light, for the wide open skies of reality;
Blistering me with sunlight, or drowning me with rains.
The Shadowlands still call me with a melancholic rhapsody;
Attempting to lure me deep into her arms of the darkness.
I recognize my hunger and thirst for the sensual world;
As my passion for life overthrows this kingdom within me.
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