This poem emphasis about the mystery in our shadows

I never thought, I will ever fall for you, inspite of me throwing my face at the wind to lick.

You never really left my vision,
Were you in a mission?

I keep seeing you every where I go, when I’m traveling under the sun.

In class, in the basket ball field,
Why are you following me?

Even when the moon comes to threads deeps around the skies, you never stop being a better partner.

Why are you following me?

dear shadow, please stay at peace.

When I sit, you sit, when I eat, you eat, come here, imitate me.

You sometimes makes little babies scream, yet you are harmless, unlike me.

Be the best of yourself, while I do same to myself to live. To survive the tides of change and be like g over my circumstances.

You are my friend who I can talk to when I’m alone.

Oh my silent shadow, do you feel me?

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I’ve fought in wars, as a die hard warrior, to preserve the dignity of my country, Germany. 

To purge out evil tranditions attempting to destroy what I have build.

I was a fascist, with a simple-complex Nazi doctrine.

life have been a great battle for me despite, the tough circumstances that confront me, to steal away my energy; to murder me.

Inspite the dark clouds that try to cause my death I’ve stood my ground with wisdom as a die hard warrior.

To spill the blood of my enemies, and hang their skeletons around their domains, where they build their abodes with my short red-hotted daggers.

I’ve was a die hard warrior, that hated and demurred with the demonic curses, political manipulation and the act of injustice, inequality and humiliation and suffering.

I never prayed to die, because I knew sleep was a part to death.

yet I didn’t forget to embrace sleep when I wanted it, and didn’t forget to stay awake when evil tries to distrub me.

Though I was lonely but still I saw the great reason why goodwill, love, peace good government and happiness was worth fighting and dying for.

I’ve been a die hard warrior who stood at every top of high mountains at night, to save my city and my families.

Either with my mighty black pen and my papyrus Reed to carry negotiation for peace to reign or to engage in physical combats to suppress any aggressive and intransigent state that hope to disturb me and my city.

I’ve been a die hard warrior, right from 1933 to 1945.

Many knows my name, some say I’m famous while other say I was infamous, yet I remain who I am.

I’ve done my best, many have bailed me back to my tomb to rest until next life to come.

For I have lived as a die hard warrior.

Maybe we shall meet again and say goodbye no more.

I wrote this poem, to gentlemen and ladies, firstly, for them not to quit their dreams because of the emotional pains they feel. 

Secondly for them to be able to move on with their life no matter whoever neglected them when they needed help, be it financial, skills, and employment.