Barry Charman
My shadow is leaving me for its shadow I am happy for it yet anxious In sign language it tells me to beware whatever claims to be its replacement and leaves without further clarification or concern Come the night something covers me like a sheet whispering come unto darkness Naked and afraid I fill this emptiness like an animal driven by sensation I am draped in a shroud of want and waste Hollowed beguiled sated seduced I never knew light until it reduced me to a shadow's shadow
Barry Charman is a writer living in North London. He has been published in various magazines, including Ambit, Mothership Zeta, Vitality and Popshot. He has had poems published online and in print, most recently in Bewildering Stories and The Linnet’s Wings. He has a blog at http://barrycharman.blogspot.co.uk/