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In this surreal setting, I see a man
and his hands were busy;
weighed down by something he held but I couldn't quite tell what it was.
He beckoned and beckoned,
heading towards my direction.
At this point, I became alarmed,
drifting further and further from this unlikely figure and his hand.
I thought he was out to get me,
I knew he was out to get me.
When I realized he was bent on me,
I sort out defense and hid myself.
Finally to my hideout he got, broken and injured
but of this I cared not.
I hit him again and again till his body laid still and his breath; all that's left.
And with a shrieking tone he said;
"I'm the shadow you lost last night"
Alas I woke and it was a dream,
I thought I'd killed someone already and was in haste to wash up when I realized I was clean.
And sadly I noticed my heartbeat was steady and I felt no remorse or fear whatsoever.
It turned out my shadow was my conscience.
A DEATH FOR CONSCIENCE
Readersketch | Ed. Matthew Olapade
© Joshua Ezun. All Rights Reserved.
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