Shadows Across Time

Humans come and go
They are born
They grow and grow
They live their worthless lives
Why are they worthless?
Because they are small images etched into time
Pieces of an endless puzzle
One that exists in time alone.
Then they become shadows when death arrives
Shadows that sew time together
They are merely memories of the past
Images replaying themselves
Over and over again
Lost in endless time and space
Shadows that have no seen owner
Shadows that creep and crawl
Terrors and frights in the night
Things that thump
Things that make children scream
Beings once human
Never to return to that form again
Lost in their endless search
They become Shadows across time.

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

Hey this is a cool write! Original. When you have time check out my poem SHADOW PEOPLE.