Shadow’s Sonnet: My Silent Companion

Shadow’s Sonnet

My Silent Companion

written by: Edward Wraith

In the depths of solitude, I stand forlorn,
With shadow as my sole and steadfast friend.
By society shunned, from kinship torn,
I ponder on life’s edge, its bitter end.

Upon the bridge, where thoughts of ending bloom,
My shadow’s form beside me makes its stand.
In that bleak moment, in the gathering gloom,
I gasp, “l’m not alone in this bleak land!”

For shadow’s silent vigil, ever true,
Has walked with me through life’s relentless strain.
In every trial, every triumph too,
He’s been my constant, through both loss and gain.

So in the moonlight, of nights cold embrace,
My shadow stands, my solace and my grace.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

If you are someone who finds themselves grappling with feelings of self-hate, loneliness, or contemplating suicide, it’s crucial to seek support and assistance as soon as possible. It’s ok to share your thoughts and feelings, Help is out there.
Call 988 on any cellular phone or text to 988.
Also visit 988lifeline.org for support.

“May you swiftly outpace the encroaching darkness that relentlessly pursues you,”
Edward

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Edward Wraith

Edward Wraith, a phantom poet hailing from an 18th-century Massachusetts town, is a spectral wordsmith and conjurer of the supernatural. In the quivering candlelight of Victorian parlors, where love was a dance shrouded in lace and whispers, I, Edward Wraith, find my poetic muse. Born with a penchant for the dark, gothic macabre, my verses unravel the intricate tales of love that unfolded in the shadows of that era. Victorian romance, with its elaborate courting rituals and clandestine exchanges, weaves itself into the fabric of my poetry. I draw inspiration from the subtle nuances of courtship, where a gloved hand extended meant more than mere touch—an intimate connection veiled in societal formalities. Yet, beyond the romantic façade, there lies a fascination with the macabre. The Victorian era’s obsession with death, mourning rituals, and the mysterious gave rise to a unique blend of romance and darkness. I delve into this juxtaposition, where love and the macabre intertwine like ivy on a Gothic arch.

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