Knock Knock the shadow is here

Pass the gates into your subconscious
and you have entered the graveyard
of long buried memories

Welcome to the cemetery
where in every self imposed quarry
dwells disregarded memories
these slumbering skeletons are about
to be awakened

The cloaked caretaker
of this premises observes
the inscriptions on every tombstone
Guilt Shame Anger Fear
Enter the shadow self

Your shroud of secrets
cannot be contained forever
for every smile the shadow
recalls every grimace
good deeds do not always
extirpate the malicious ones

From the corner of your eye
the mockdignant image
spiraling about the wall
is no more then
an overactive mind at play possibly

No issues goes unresolved
pale thin hands reach through the soil

The shadow is summoning you
only the truth will bring liberation

The skeletons are running rampant
under the moonlight illuminating
the burial grounds

Bad luck or not
swear to the universe
the shadow demands attention
or continue to live
in total trepidation

Either way the ever present shadow awaits in the
darkness