Shadow Puppets

Every sharp, dark angled

shadow forms only a tangled

mess of incoherent shapes

that inevitably makes

more confusing insinuations

that meld into deformations 

of children's dreams

and the unlocked seams 

of your lost imagination 

Each try is only degredation

of the happiness you once had

not the elaborate myriad 

of mystical beasts that would 

feed your sould If only you could

awaken your sleeping life

and be gone with this strife.

Use your flashlight,

your mind, and call it a night