Shadows

The shadows whisper

about something

and you wonder what

But every time you

try to ask the shadows

disappear

Night is when they

talk gossip and 

dream

Day is when they 

disappear from your

sight

Shadows hum tunes

about horrors and

wicked smiles

But yet again when

you travel to their

hidings they are gone

Shadows laugh and 

whine about how

you are clueless

To their language

you do not know much

but just enough

Just enough to

know that they

whisper and giggle

Cold hands fake

grabbing at your 

ankles to wake you

Nightmares are just

the pranks of the 

shadows to scare you

They are gone once

again when you

wake

When you sleep they

come back out to 

play

Reviews

[Country boy183798]

Sometimes I wonder whether those shadows are friend or foe, I honestly cannot say for sure. But I like to think of them as some strange friends, who are just bored and want to play a game ;)
I really like this poem. It's cool and it's well written. Well done and keep on writing.