Stephen (Steve) Howard
Shadows - Poem by Stephen (Steve) Howard
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
or in a darkened room.
I know they're simply waiting
hiding in the gloom.
I know this shouldn't bother me.
I know I shouldn't care.
But then I close my eyes to
and I see shadows everywhere.
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