SHADOWS
Was it love, my dear...
your words of criticism?
If so,
why do they still torment?
Like a faithful companion,
your declarations
envelope me.
Hateful and mean.
Destructive and debilitating.
Unshakable - everlasting.
No matter how I try
to shake their hold
they follow and pounce.
In sadness and gloom
I commiserate.
You’ve cast your words of love
in an ever-oppressing haze
where secretly I wallow.
For the world must never know
the true depth of your hate.
Or that you killed my essence
and left
just a shadow.
Yolanda Renée (C) 2020
