unhuman- a poem

I feel very unhuman

like an amalgamation of man and ghost

I find my insides are now a hollow house to my shadow

it finds through cracks to bloom in

incredibly inhabitable to most

but I see concrete open up to the glow of a shadow

aches at a note of quiet

pieces of a whole searching for each other

it is trying to be complete once more and fulfill its cracks

struggling, calling out, why it

for it knows it suffers like just its' mother

a shadow that has been birthed from my minds negative climax

pieces of my mind in fields

a scattered search met with memories drowning

it's not a surprise they are lost and secreted deep within

with intent of what it yields

wake in thought of the damage of its crowning

luckily the six feet of deep dirt in those fields are not thin

grass waves by winds of murmurs

consoling and conversing every detail

the wind in confidence shares its true fears and bleak views with me

speaking through unseen tremors

its words are slurred through a very strong exhale

being adrift yet unfree, it whispers my anxieties

taking refuge in my ribs

through ears but there it stays turning and tossing

trying to escape a dwelling of its own penetration

hearts like snakes and brains like pigs

I let it stay and won't be double crossing

because I nor my shadow act better in this damnation