Shadow

This was written in 2015...

I walk down the lonely road
I have a feeling that I cannot shake
like someone is watching me from somewhere
From where is what I cannot figure out
I slow down my pace a touch 
to see if I can hear something around me
I start to pick up speed after not hearing anything around me
I start jogging down the street until I am out of breath
I look back to see if anything is askew 
I jump when a I hear a sound repeating
Scanning the area I realize with a shock it is only my heartbeat thumping in my chest
As the thoughts race through my mind I steal a spot upon a park bench
Why do I have this feeling that something is following me?
I try to shake my head of these thoughts but they seem determined to bury me in nonsense
Something flickers out of the corner of my eye 
With a jump I see that it is only my own shadow reflecting behind me from the street light
I start to think about the lonely life my shadow must live
Being connected to one person forever and always
To only be able to move when I do
I think how if that was my life I would slowly go insane
To be confined to one person
Never to have my own life
I think about what happens to it when no light is showing?
Where does it go?
Of course being the cynical person I am I realize how crazy I must sound thinking about where my shadow goes when no light is apparent
Shadows are only a distortion of light
But what does that mean for me?
I created the shadow and I myself am a distortion of atoms
What makes me better than my own shadow?
A drop of rain snaps me out of my thoughts
As I stare out around my surroundings I see the streetlight has burned out
Darkness has creeped upon me swallowing my shadow whole
As I think of the inevitable I realize one day I will slip away silently 
Swallowed up whole 
Just like my very own shadow