The Shadow

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The Shadow
Watches down on the ghost
Of its formal self
Watching the young child,
Happy,
Singing,
Carefree
She watches her go on with life
With no problems
The Shadow
Doesn't understand
How it could have gone from that
To what it is now
Now, the Shadow is nothing
It was torn apart by life
Slowly, in inward struggle
The Shadow is far gone
Never to be remembered again
The little girl, so shining and bright,
Slowly became that Shadow
The Shadow is what everyone fears to become
But the one who fears the Shadow the most
Is itself

Reviews

[Alexis]

I thought this poem was very interesting. I really liked the last 5 lines! This is a great poem, Michiko! Keep on writing :D