Jungian Shadow

Here is a muse, in a shade of dark blue.

There are no thoughts of yesterday or

And none of tomorrow – you just..

Don’t know what fills you with sorrow

That sinking feeling of dread

Stinking beast inside your head

Upon your soul it gnaws

Until what’s left is just raw

A knee skimmed

A biting cold breeze

And a bee sting

You continue to squeeze

But to me its like ecstasy

So pile on more

I can’t wait to see

What the dark has in store

I choose to go into the burdens I’ve saddled

Cuz I’m not afraid of your my Jungian Shadow

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