The Long Shadow Poem by Paul Warren

Old sins have a long shadow
The old gnarled woman spat
You will see punishment
In a year and a day as amatter of fact

Into the gloomy night with a full moon
I skulked away with much to think about
I looked up at the new moon wondering
About the words the old woman let out

I decided not to think about what she said
And went back to my lonely life
The grind of work carried me on
As I dealt with each unwanted strife

As the last day dawned I awoke
The brightening sky heralded the day
So I dressed and drove toward the sun
I looked at my phone as the sky darkened away

And that is where it ended
For what was left was uncomprehended
For in the darkness I sit and wait
Wondering if that was all to contemplate.

© Paul Warren Poetry