Poetically Not Poetic

Shadow, dont cry

Shadows there, shadows here.

These beautiful, dark, haunting shadows,

so plain and quiet.

Walking alone, with a living being,

wishing for a life not in the dark.

Wanting to see the moon, wanting to feel the rain.

So tall..they grow so tall,

but not out of ego, not out of success.

Just to seem intimidating,

to block out, to hide in the alley.

Shadow, it weeps in silence.

Please don't weep.

Every dark side has an Angel.

The sun never saw the moon,

the moon never felt the sun.

So the flowers might have never bloomed before you,

and the kids may have ran away from you.

Just know as you stand still right there.

Right on that wall,

I appreciate your company; it slows my tears that fall.