The shadows of the family drift alone

The shadows of the family act alone
They’ve been cut off from consciousness and care
They do bad deeds,attack destroy their own

We cannot reach our shadow on our phones
Nor seem them in the mirror of despair
The shadows of the family act alone

In darkest times when one of them’s in pain
To  hold their  feelings  in seems  ever rarer
They do bad deeds, attack, destroy their own.

Yet if  they’re questioned, they  at once explain
That what they do is really very fair.
The shadows of the family act alone

How hard is it  to  our own self regain
When feelings sharp have caused a  painful tear?
We do bad deeds, attack, destroy our own.

Oh,would we had the strength to suffer, care
And not discharge our rage quite unprepared
The shadows of the family  drift alone
Do bad deeds ,show ill will to their own

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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