Shadows Among Mist: Expanded Tenth Anniversary Edition

By Ashley Newton

The poetry in Shadows Among Mist represent two sides of the same coin. In the centre of that coin are traces of a search for hope in the obscurity. There can be light, and there can be darkness at the same time. Living in harmony with all of those things is easier said than done.

With the addition of ten new poems for its tenth anniversary, the expanded edition of Shadows Among Mist explores themes of life, love, deception, and happiness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 25, 2024
• ISBN: 9781304643131

Book preview

MYSTERY

I am a circle until I break

Until the fragmentary light tears through me

With a plea to be boundless

I am my own mystery

To wander through mistakes

Through everything I don’t know I am meant to be

With enough valour to stand

I am my own mystery

My heaving breaths correlate

Breaths that fight against unknown dreams

With one whisper I search

I am my own mystery

I should travel again

Travel somewhere far enough to reach the deep

With my heart’s confines left to grasp

I am my own mystery

Until I search I will never know

The secrets of my destiny

With no clues but those of life

I am my own mystery

WELL-PRACTICED LIARS

No one cares

For the truth of anything

They just want to see

The way we’re all pretending

If you close your lips

And shut your eyes

You’ll soon discover

How we learn to live among the lies

No one believes you

No one ever will

Because your pain is exciting;

Nothing more than a cheap thrill

They say it was not real

Such things have never occurred

Yet all those people are not real

It’s from the lies, I’m sure

We are built to be liars

But we are also born to speak

The two go hand in hand

It’s what makes us all weak

The truth keeps stirring

Like a hidden realm in our flesh

Somehow we are taken by the lies

They prevent us from being our best

Even the best are born to lie

Though they say their words are true

But we are all well-practiced liars

Even you

HANDS

The sorrow you hold

in such small hands

only seems to grow

among those who can

A slit in the eye

helps you see the world

with such thoughts in mind

as your life is blurred

But when we are gone

some voices may sing,

some might say we did not belong

and some will say other things

Coffins dipped in white

one coffin in black:

for those free of