𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕞𝕤

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰

I trail behind the rest, a shadow's silent plight,
Lost in the twilight's embrace, just out barely of sight.
My whispers fall on deaf ears, a ghostly serenade,
In life's grand dance, I'm the step that's never made.

The shadow stretches long as the sun begins to set,
A silhouette of solitude, in a world of silhouettes.
I move without a trace, a single phantom in the crowd,
My silent pleas for notice, never can be spoken loud.

In the company of others, I'm a specter in the room,
My existence barely noted, like a flower yet to bloom.
The shadow that I cast, it fades into the grey,
A part of the background, where I'm destined to stay.

But shadows are fickle, they change with each passing light,
And mine has danced alone, far long into the night.
A partner to the moon, a friend to the stars up above,
In the quiet of the darkness, I find my silent love.

So here I stand, a shadow, not quite lost, not quite found,
A whisper of a presence, a spirit that's unbound.
For in the forgotten shadow, there's a story yet to tell,
Of a soul that found its way, in the place where shadows dwell.