Shadow

It's my point of view about how i think of shadow as , like it's something to be adored .

It's not white or black
They ask what colour does it have?
You know it follows you ,
Across the room and right to the corner.
But you never care to even bother.
If it could speak
It would say you're weak .
Had it wanted to talk for a while
It would say you looked happy only when you were juvenile .
It has carried you since the past fifteen years
Do you know that it does fear ?
You looked past at it when you tried to see
Now you can see that it was you just in a different view.
It is lonely and you're alone ,it tries to accompany you but you're never home .
It knows more than the world can even think,
It is so large that it can make us all sink .
I don't know what colour are you
But i know that i do adore you.

Author's Note

What do you think about my poem .