Dark Tracks

There was a Shadow existing in his mind.

It had pale skin and glowing eyes.

When the sun went down, it would appear.

It would smile, all fake cheer.

They would talk and dance, remember all that had passed.

They would go to the forest and sit by an empty crib.

The Shadow would ask if the kids were alright.

It would ask if the baby cried late at night.

And he would tell the Shadow the kids had grown up.

That baby was now a young man, one lost in thought.

He didn’t know why he came to this place.

He didn’t know why the Shadow never joined the others at Death’s Gate.

All he did know was that he was here and the Shadow was always near.

Perhaps he found more comfort in a manor run down than he did with the living bodies all around.

When the sun would rise, the Shadow lingered.

At first ray of dawn, it would then disappear.

Leaving him alone, lost in thought.

Pondering what could have been if the Shadow hadn’t given up after it had brought a small life from darkness into light.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Deep & dark. Your poetic words and visuals are gripping and stunning. Love the use of shadows that linger in us all.

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    1. 93bnmill says:

      Thanks, Charlie! Haven’t heard from you in a whole. I wanted to try a story-telling sort of poem. Glad you liked it!

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      1. You are welcome. 🙂

        I’ve been busy working on my 2nd book. I officially finished the whole thing. Editing and what not.

        I very much enjoyed your style ways of writing poetry and with such heart and story to it. 🙂

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