A reform voter struggling with the meaning of liberalism. I'm also struggling with who I am. - 12th February 2026.


Shadow, say Hello.

I wear a cross that I don't believe in.
A boundary I touch to find its reaction.
Truth doesn't exist;
Just the bones of people's perception
And ever-wondering angles
Stepping where it shouldn't.

I dress in clothes measured elsewhere.
Colour is an empty page, fruitless and bare.
I'm not the other person;
Just the bones of people's perception
And ever-lasting lies.
Shadow, say hello.



Poetry by John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-02-18 at 00:41

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