ALMOST DIED

My shadow,the residue of my opaque-self,solid replica of my dark side,
that only extenuates under the beam of light.
Watch it lengthen  at per,with the unstoppable elevation of the sun.
What really does it symbolise in our lives?

While its spread on the sand,strange enemies stab and stamp it.
I near death.

As it lays over a white neat sheet of cloth,known friends soak it petrol and flame it.
I almost suffocate.

Balancing on a plank of wood,
shadow man floats on the water surface,
dancing and warping submitting to the waves rush and gush.
Pirates paddle and smite it.
They are drowning my other self.

Take me away,fold my shadow into the sheet of sand,cast it into the water of death.
I wont die,but almost die.

M.O.O aka C.E�