two men in an empty park, one at far distance

Shadow Man, A Poem

Standing at the doorway

of my unconscious—

the black silhouette of a man

dwelling in darkness;

a manifestation

of fears

unnamed—

a shadow.

Each morning, as I become conscious,

he fades, gently,

into sunlight.

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