The Shadow

Thu, 12/12/2013 - 22:30 -- MLC_BRO

The sun glares in through the window panes as the class begins,

the shadows of the students cover up their sins,

little Billy sits in the corner, all alone in his fortress of solitude,

the light casts over him, extending his shadow and his sorrow.

 

He had been depressed for years and years,

his mind is polluted with hatred and fear,

the sun rises further in the sky as the day drags on,

the clock ticks slower and slower until his focus is gone.

 

He stared across the room only to see his classmates so carefree,

so lost and expressionless, only left to think "What is wrong with me?"

the lesson soon begins, a group discussion on bullying,

the teacher begins the lecture, the students begin laughing.

 

Mr. Wright jokes along, yet stops abruptly only to see,

little Billy so quiet, so bereaved,

"Why the silence Billy?" he boasted over the loud chatter,

with a reluctant glare, he looks up, his head is pounding like a hammer.

 

"Nothing mister," he mumbles sluggishly to himself,

he turns to his side to see his shadow has now covered the wall,

the larger it grows, the more lifeless he feels,

he rolls up his sleeves, yup, the bruises are still there from the morning.

 

Before he could finish his thought, the bell rang,

the class dispersed after such a long day,

Billy picked up his bag, only to see another shadow apporaching,

it was Mr. Wright with his lips looking so eager with something to say.

 

"Is everything alright Billy?" he stated,

"Yes Mister, everything is fine." he uttered back,

"I just really wanted to do the lesson today."

Mr Wright nodded, "we can always do it tomorrow if you'd like"

 

Billy managed a half smile, and marched out the door,

he looked behind him, his shadow had waned,

what little hope Mr. Wright gave had helped so much,

as he walked home, his mind wandered some more.

 

The students didn't care about him, he was all alone,

so fragile and frail, the negativity had prevailed,

with his self-esteem lower than ever before, he looked back once more,

the shadow had grown bigger, like a high tide along a shore.

 

He then cracked the code, the code of his shadow,

his emotions were the key to his dark projection,

the darker his thoughts, the longer his shadow cast,

there was no way to outrun it or escape it.

 

The sun had set as he entered his home,

tired after a long day, he plopped on his bed and mind galored,

his shadow dissapeared, a problem no more,

he had beaten his true foe, his own bad thoughts.

 

"Today was a battle, just like yesterday, and the day before,

my shadow is like glue, it follows me wherever I go,

as hopeless as my life may seem,

I can rely on someone or something to keep me going."

 

He looked forward to tomorrow's lesson,

so eager he shook his mattress like an earthquake,

he had enough will power to keep going, thanks to his teacher,

"Thank you Mr. Wright, for being the first and not the last to help a student in need."

 

His eyelids closed, sealed shut from exhaustion,

preparing for tomorrow, yet another battle,

no matter how big or how scary, he feared his shadow no more,

his secret weapon had been found, the hope that was present only once before.

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Comments

savigirl14

that is phenominal. i love the emotion and how much character it has

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