We’ve all heard of someone who’s ‘afraid
of their own shadow,’
But, out of the blue, frosty Hugh knew his shadow lived in fear.
Hugh first had a clue from how seldom
his shadow would appear.
Even the brightest, sunniest conditions
hardly made it clear.
Hugh hated feeling in the dark about it,
Not knowing why his shadow wasn’t bringing
up the rear.
He’d read somewhere that vampires had no
shadows,
Or was it they weren’t reflected in
mirrors (which he was!)?
In any case, Hugh couldn’t even stand
the sight of blood,
Let alone consider developing a taste
for it.
Besides, he didn’t really believe in
vampires, what could be as daft?
A shadow that was scared, he thought and
very nearly laughed.
To take his mind off things, usually
Hugh liked to read,
But Hank Marvin’s autobiography: ‘A
Shadow of My Former Self,’
Disturbed him with its title; he worried
about his mental health.
Approaching forty, Hugh had no illusions
about his future life,
Middle-aged with mental health issues,
he’d be unlikely to attract a wife,
And probably he’d end up left on the
shelf, which,
He reflected bitterly, would atleast
have a shadow!
To give credit where it’s due, one
wonders how much is owed to Hugh,
Insightful and weird, it appeared his
insights were limited to his weirdness.
After a close shave with madness, he
decided to grow a beard,
This covered his chin but not the fact
he was weird.
Another weird poem from the weirdest person I know who's never been sectioned... Vxx
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