The Shadows

Shadows are following my lead

Craving for my wisdom

They want to cry with me

Like needy angels

They want to see that I fall so bad

Although they want to fall with me

Like they have no brains

No thinking capacity

They beg me to keep them alive

Not questioning my methods

And they call it: A ride for safety.

Author's Note

First poem :)

Reviews

[Riding the Rainbow]

I really liked it. It was like they asked for a chance..