This shadow stands before me.
Unknown to the world,
It has no face or features.
Could this shadow be my future, or the horrible past?
It does not cause any harm or good.
What it wants from me, I'll never know.
It never moves at all.
I think it is what I have been waiting for.
But what?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But what indeed, Dave. I loved the mystery of this. Nicely done!