It's the bold shadow you can't see,
But onto you it clings,
Right behind you!
It's loony tune sings,
You look back to see, but can only feel,
It's reassuring presence
Of things not turning out well.
On this lonesome journey,
Its the only friend that'll be glad to accompany,
Its hands which are so scrawny,
On your shoulder would tap constantly,
Reassuring you with it's presence,
That's things won't turn out well.
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Quiescent
PoetryLonely thoughts, Spoken by a dormant soul, Emotions rethought, By a Quiescent, soft spoken soul Copyrights 2020, Christianah Oluseye a.k.a wild_imaginatorII No part of this publication may be adapted, printed, sold, or converted into an audio or vid...
