I know that shadows shadow me.
Sometimes in front, sometimes behind.
At noon I'm right on top of one,
but he doesn't seem to mind.
Then on rainy days, or moonless
nights,
or in a darkened room.
I know there's one just waiting
there,
hiding in the gloom.
I know this shouldn't bother me.
I know I shouldn't care.
But each time I close my eyes to
sleep,
they seem to be most everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem