The shadows come
The shadows go
Usually when I'm weak
Or feeling really low
Omens from beyond
Signs to let me know
The time is coming near
When I'll know its time to go
The shadows fade
And float through the air
I hate it when they come
When I sense them being there
I often think they've come
To take me away
Will it be now when I'm alone
Or on some other day
Hello Lawerence, first thanks for your support and review. I loved your poem, well written and so true about those of us who have started going down hill. Thank you for your service, I salute. You might enjoy my poem, An Old Soldier. Great poem, I enjoyed, Loyd
I agree with Valerie, and certainly hope you remain here writing for many years to come! Good, thought-provoking poem here; I like these poems that give me cause to ponder.
Hope those shadows don't take you away yet Lawrence - great poem, very well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fear is a bunch of sinister shadows. A shadow has no substance, it's usually a magnified reflection of something small, that's why upon standing boldly before it, one often find it inconsequential. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.