As I walk, behind me my shadow follows,
No matter what time of day...
It´s ever presence is there anyway,
Always follows never leads...
I wonder which one of us will heed? ,
My shadow is like an after thought...
Always there to leave me in distrught,
Why can´t a shadow feel? ...
I wish it could take away my hurt,
All my giving throughout life...
Yet, my shadow never felt the strife,
Oh, shadow come into the light...
Be with me and let´s unite,
To become one and feel the emtiness of my soul...
Have I given all I have? ,
Or, will I keep going and listen to my shadow´s cries...
R. Gormley
(circa 2010)
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