Watching Shadows Move Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching shadows moving on the walls, no destination for
they cannot move unless the one who's shadow it is moves
out and into the world once again.

Lonely times arriving in tandem with the feelings of
abandonment, ones that are never felt by a shadow because
they have no feelings, at least that we know of.

Tears running down our faces, yet our shadows never do
have a tear upon their own faceless moments of existence
because they are just a reflection of our beings.