The Shadow

It's there, following me.

Every time I make a decision,

Or do something I'm not sure about.

 

It's in the corner of my mind,

Getting bigger and bigger.

A huge black thing

With no eyes or nose or mouth.

 

Sometimes, when I'm really happy

I can barely see it.

Loads of bright colours are around me instead,

But then it will come back, even bigger than before.

 

It's just there.

Not doing anything.

But threatening.

Reviews

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nice poem, try finding another word for "thing" though. its traditionally not very poetic. good job with the nice concrete title.