I wrote this poem early in the year of 2012, and I was lucky enough to have the work published by Numen Books. “Melpomene”, a collection of poems, both old and new, Edited by Gwendolyn Taunton. Available through “Amazon Books”. A review of the book via this link https://gwendolyn-taunton.com/reviews-2/melpomene-editions-laurence-teper/
This Lost Shadow
I’m writing this song for my body and for my soul.
I’m singing this song, about my return from the cold.
Why am I so tired, is sixty that old.
Why am I so sore, have I been far too bold.
I’m so physically worn, and so mentally torn.
I’m so worried about my every waking dawn.
I’m thinking of this oppressive life, for you and for me.
I’m wondering if this vigilant life’s, too hard for me.
I’m deliberating if this tragic life, shall continue to be.
And feeling this bonded life’s, drifting out to sea.
I’m penning these words for everyone to see.
I’m writing this book about a single weeping tree.
Why am I so sleepy, am I aging too quickly.
Why am I so sad, who’s looking after me.
I’m this furnace log, burning up with glee.
I’m this sinking boat, all about to flee.
I’m this over-burden camel, or a donkey maybe.
I’m this empty desert, a void, far as the eye can see.
I’m this broken branch, withering and dying, oh so slowly.
I’m this lost shadow, wandering this barren land furtively.