Shadow.

I close my eyes, and fall away into my dreamland.

I see a dark, yet inviting shadow.

The shadow, he whispers to me,

"Things will be alright, just take my hand."

I grab his cold hand.

Though his hands are ice, I feel warm inside.

This sensation, it's beautiful.

I don't want to let go.

Should I be frightened?

Even though I should, I'm not.

This shadow, he's the only thing that makes me happy.

Reviews

[Dearantlers]

This poem is beautiful, and very well written. You are an extremely good poet!