No shame, no sign of it, a smile
where one would want to see
a smear of blame. You’d made
the running fast and steep, a
powerful leap of faith that took
you to the peak of fame; and
where your shadow should
have cast a faultless shape the
broken trust and shattered
state of fractured love denied
its place. You move within a
sunless shroud of gross illusion –
alone, at peace, but crowded
in your shadowless delusion.
© 27 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
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