Shadow

Shadow
JCD Kerwin

You stumble like
a mannequin on rollerblades.
You make
faces at the sun because
you’ve stayed in bars
until the radio turned
to static.
The tv plays
the same adverts
like you’ve taped your thumb
to the rewind
button.
You’ve made
some progress progressing
past the point of pure depression,
but
you’re still a puddle
of nothing.
Maybe tomorrow you
can open up your mouth
and talk,
but
the far back walls
make better companions
for shadows in the dark.

(Dec 2014)