Shadow Poem by chris austin

Shadow



You.
You, my other me, who never sees the sun
But dogs my every step and mimics all my moves
Like some demented wraith.
For all the useless lacky that you are
For all your grey and voiceless form
I’d miss you if you disappeared.
For how then could I be?

Saturday, September 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Kelly Kurt 08 September 2015

A wonderful poem, Chris

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