The Shadows

The Shadows short poem

Uploaded by Peter Anderson

They live in plain sight but hidden from view
Attached to each person like a permanent tattoo

They stretch before you in the morning and shrink at midday
Its already to late when you realize you’re prey

Waiting in silence for a chance to be heard
They’ll take your life without even a word

Turn on the nightlight, don’t close the door
Any sudden movement you shouldn’t ignore

If your shadow turns to look your way
There’s nowhere too go, you can’t run away

As fast as you run they’ll be right behind
When they catch you up they’ll enter your mind

They crawl in your ear and take over your brain
You’ll be driven mad by their thoughts and the pain

So when you go out look at the floor
If you don’t see someone’s shadow, there not human anymore

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Who am I?"- English by birth, Scouser by luck, living in South Africa by choice- Paid to cook, hypnotizes for fun and writes poems because I cant stop- Insomniac, chain smoker, sour worm addict- Bulldogs, Motorbikes and Liverpool football club- Dreamer, realist and slighty depressed
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