Shadows are a spiteful race,
That always are to be.
A shadow’s soul is evil,
An alter ego of you or me.
Your shadow follows you wherever,
It’s your outline all in black.
It mimics all your actions,
From your front or from your back.
It waits for its moment,
To rise and take your place.
You are then trapped in the stare,
Of your shadow’s evil gaze.
It walks around committing crimes,
For which you get the blame.
You see it but cannot stop it,
And it soon drives you insane.
So always watch your shadow,
Keep your eyes upon your back.
Beware of your shadow,
For your outline all in black.
YOU ARE READING
Shadows
PoetryThis is a poem about shadows and how they possess their owners. I may turn this into a story later. But for now, here is the poem.
