Plato’s cave

A fire dances in the dark.

Our souls are cast

as shadows

upon the wall.

We watch them

dance in remembrance,

twist away in fear,

vanish and change

in phases.

We feel the shivers

of premonition

consume us

yet

we writhe

in complicity,

helpless at our incapacity

to break free.

We stop nothing,

watching the shadows,

watch us.

We merely

remain

in the dark.

#poetry