Dog On A Chain

Stephen Fearing © 1996

My poor secret shadow
How long have you walked
Obscured in the dark of my shade
You were born right behind me
Like a dog on a chain
Watching all the mistakes I have made

When one tired candle
Makes a cavern of my room
And the ashtray spills over on the page
You flicker above me
Like a swollen balloon
In the wrought iron fiction of your cage

It’s a long time ‘till morning re-confines you
In the bright golden fetters of the day
When you will walk on behind me
Like a dog on a chain
Watching all the mistakes I have made