The lonely shadow

The shadow is lonely,

For nobody cares,

No one acknowledges

That he is there.

When they do,

They don't talk to him,

They don't know there's a soul,

That the shadow hides within.

He faithfully follows us,

Through every day,

Even when the light threatens

To melt him away.

If he could, he would stay

In the darkness, his home,

He becomes part of the black,

So he's not so alone.

Yet there are things he would rather not do,

When he protests, nobody hears,

He must do it no matter if it's right or wrong,

And he's helpless to shed his own tears.

He longs to be free when the sun has gone down,

To hide in the midst of the night,

But too soon the clock tells the shadow it's morning,

And alone, he must brave the cruel light.
Are we so unfeeling,
That we cannot see,
How he suffers, and what do we give?
We're less feeling towards those that aren't human like us,
It's a life that the shadows must live.

Copyright October 13, 2014 by Christina Gatchel and her shadow friend. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the authors.