Your Shadow

Man lying on pavement

Too long I’ve been
kowtowing to you
begging pardon for
the ways I don’t suit your mood
meet your expectations
or wear the right sort of panache.

Now you tell me I’ll never get up
and my eyes sting because
my knees creak, arthritic
when I try to stand.

I grunt and roll over
the asphalt a hot
of anger

First things first:
You’re blocking my sun.

Get the fuck out.


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

29 thoughts on “Your Shadow”

  1. Even though I love inspirational poetry(I read all kinds of literature anyway). Your words. The imagery. The “real-ness” of it. And finally, that cataclysmic ending was amazing and I am sure everyone gets where you are coming from. We relate. Bravo!

    1. Thank you! I love inspirational poetry too, but sometimes it’s good to experiment. I’m glad this one worked well. To be honest, I don’t usually write so raw. =)

  2. I like how reading this feels cleansing… It’s like by realizing someone is blocking your sun you have the power to tell them to “get the fuck out”.

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