Shadows

Some people live like shadows
Barely seen and rarely heard
Silently moving through trees of life
Unnoticed, without a word.

They pass like whispers through crowded rooms
Displacing air but nothing more
Their footprints make no imprint
In the patterns on the floor.

They are the ones that walk right past you
As you thought, “is someone there?”
They’re the disappearing colours
They’re the breeze that blew your hair.

They make so little impression
That their presence is never missed
They’re the ones so seldom mentioned
They never make it on a list.

They cry and no one comforts
Their laughter is never shared
They fall upon bad times
And know that no one really cared.

It’s a another dimension they travel
One just slightly out of sync
They may be glimpsed as they walk in
Yet you’ll miss them if you blink.

These people barely rustle the leaves
And their shadow is quickly past
With no impression in the sand
The memories may not last.

One day they simply disappear
With no moment to define
With no one really noticing
Their departure or decline.

No stories told about their life
No writing on the wall
And the question remains unanswered
Where they ever there at all?

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

For some odd reason, this poem strikes home for me. I took the 'shadow' not as a solitary man or an untold story or whatever thought may formulate in the minds of the readers; but rather as clinical depression, the mental disorder that so many people contract without knowing. Such poor souls, having suffered from it; they've existed, yet the disorder travels unknown to the people who carry it. It can strike at any time, pass you at any time, and possess you at any time. Thanks for sharing, I really do thank you for sharing . . .

[Rebecca K Pavia]

Thank you very much. What a poignant review. I am honoured.

[Kenaz]

You've just described shadow men. If you look they're gone. They are always there watching you from somewhere close but far off. Very nice.

[Patches I'm not so new..]

Another outstanding piece you do have a knack for poetry and it shows in all of your writings posted here thus far. Pray continue!

[Rebecca K Pavia]

Oh thank you very much. Your compliment is hugely appreciated. Thank you for reading.

[WILDERNESS]

very nice poem............go on and write the other side of the story.............then we will have the complete picture,,,,,,,,,,,i mean the deep understanding of these prople with no shadows

[Rebecca K Pavia]

Thank you for reading and reviewing.

[WILDERNESS]

You r welcome

[MOON]

Lovely write like the way it flows , poignant people falling through the cracks , unknown unseen . Perhaps we dismiss what we dont understand.

[Rebecca K Pavia]

Thank you very much.

[Sami Khalil]

I agree with your message ... Well penned.

[Rebecca K Pavia]

Thank you for reading.

[Sami Khalil]

Thank you for sharing...

[Distant horizons]

This is beautifully written. It is so sad that we don't see all that we should.

[Rebecca K Pavia]

Thank you very much. Yes, I depress myself with my own poetry sometimes.