Shadows

Shadows are carried by everyone
Some are passed from father to son

Others attach themselves and never let go
Many come from baggage we have in tow

We all know the ones from daylight
The ones we fear the most come at night

That friendly shadow that attaches to us
Has become the one we trust

Then comes the evil ones that pry at our minds
The ones that carry us back to past times

A slight movement in a dim lit room
Makes you wish for the sun to come soon

Those dark things we can not lose
People without them are few

Dark beings concealed by many ghosts
Using our minds as their hosts

Some can only hold them back so long
Then some force good men to do wrong

It's a never ending battle that some will not win
While others fight against them again and again

Deep and dark they come in all sizes
Always whispering to us their lies

Shadows that attempt to make us their slaves
All of us carry them and will to our graves
                                Edwin J. Smith
                              The Old Cowboy
                                 June 2004

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Shadows