Shadow

Dark sky settles leaving the world pitch black 
she walks down the boulevard of her broken dreams 
the only company she has is the figure she lacks 
she has only her shadow 

her shadow takes her hand 
laces together their fingers 
and walks down the boulevard of their broken dreams 
she's hand in hand with her shadow 

she's been this way awhile now 
only this time its way worse 
yet this time she can't feel the pain 
she only thing she sees is her shadow 

a light zooms toward her, she reaches out 
she lets go of life, of breath, of everything 
she walks off into a better place, where she can be free 
hand in hand with her shadow 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

With old age. Shadows haunt our life. I like the use of shadows to make your point in the poem. A very good ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Billy Sullivant]

Nice poem. Very cool.