The Shadow

This is the first poem that I ever wrote on my own. Since first grade, I've had a grudge against ALL poetry. But then one day, I just started writing and it came out like this.

The shadow closes in

And it’s dark all around

It’s cold to the touch

It doesn’t make a sound

The shadow fills everything

On the clocks and on the walls

It travels through the door

Up the stairs and down the halls

Touching it is dangerous

This is quickly learned

If you choose to touch it

You’ll be badly burned

A shadow burn is painful

Yes, full of pain it’s true

It’s both freezing and scalding

Leaving you permanently blue

The pain from the shadow burn

Will never leave your mind

Always present, always there

Sneaking up from behind

Never really gone

Always really there

Soaking through your skin

In your blood and in your hair

You cannot escape it

It eventually will appear

Eating at your soul

Until even that disappears

Enveloping every aspect

Revealing all your lies

The shadow shows no mercy

While shattering your life

The shadow closes in

And it’s dark all around

It’s cold to the touch

It doesn’t make a sound