The Shadows On The Wall
I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall
Nobody hears my cries, nobody notices when I call
Although I scream I am here! the words just won’t fall
I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall. When the night comes calling, then you might see me,
Just a mere reflection of the man I used to be
My life is now over, the end is yet to come,
I am the man in the shadows, and I died by my own gun. Listen to my story and listen to it good,
I was that quiet boy in your neighbourhood,
The one that you laughed at and called such awful names,
The butt of all your jokes, I guess some things never change. I never lived a day in my life, that I wasn’t scared,
I did some crazy things, I don’t know if you was aware,
I lived a life of tears, was beaten black and blue,
Until one day I’d had enough, and my gun I drew. The life rushed from my body, the blood gushed from my veins,
I wasn’t the least bit crazy, I certainly wasn’t insane,
I just felt that I’d had enough, of all that you did to me,
And knew that for what I was about to do, god would forgive me. You see it was a choice, to end my life or yours
I didn’t want to bring my family shame, of that I’m sure,
So I did the thing which I thought was for the best,
And now I wander the night, never allowed to rest. So before you bully anyone, listen to my tale of woe, Before you push anyone, just as far as they can go,
Live a life of peace, and practice good will to all,
Throw no more punches, and no more names call. I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall
Nobody hears my cries, nobody notices when I call
Although I scream I am here! the words just won’t fall
I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall. Anthony R M Andrews. 2014
Although I scream I am here! the words just won’t fall
I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall. When the night comes calling, then you might see me,
Just a mere reflection of the man I used to be
My life is now over, the end is yet to come,
I am the man in the shadows, and I died by my own gun. Listen to my story and listen to it good,
I was that quiet boy in your neighbourhood,
The one that you laughed at and called such awful names,
The butt of all your jokes, I guess some things never change. I never lived a day in my life, that I wasn’t scared,
I did some crazy things, I don’t know if you was aware,
I lived a life of tears, was beaten black and blue,
Until one day I’d had enough, and my gun I drew. The life rushed from my body, the blood gushed from my veins,
I wasn’t the least bit crazy, I certainly wasn’t insane,
I just felt that I’d had enough, of all that you did to me,
And knew that for what I was about to do, god would forgive me. You see it was a choice, to end my life or yours
I didn’t want to bring my family shame, of that I’m sure,
So I did the thing which I thought was for the best,
And now I wander the night, never allowed to rest. So before you bully anyone, listen to my tale of woe, Before you push anyone, just as far as they can go,
Live a life of peace, and practice good will to all,
Throw no more punches, and no more names call. I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall
Nobody hears my cries, nobody notices when I call
Although I scream I am here! the words just won’t fall
I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall. Anthony R M Andrews. 2014
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 25th Aug 2014 16:33
Actually, I think this work covers a lot of ground about the all-pervasive 'crime' of bullying, a topic at last taken very seriously. IMO,the poem needs reducing to be more impactive, half as long and twice as effective. But the choice: to kill, or be killed, or to kill oneself is strongly presented. A very current subject, Anthony, and kudos to you for tackling it.