Shadow

A poem about my shadow.

Shadow

 

I get small

and I grow big

Sometimes, you can’t see me at all.

I’m beside you,

often behind you

or even ahead.

I’m on the wall of the bedroom

where you make love

so passionately.

I’m on the streets

and sidewalks

of your life.

I’m the shadow

You seldom notice,

except tonight.

Author's Note

Review please.

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

The endind works perfectly... You leave us wondering, what hanged "tonight"? Well done!

[Inda]

Thanks, glad you liked it and reviewed.

[Andie]

Oh, this was very nice. The ending gets me thinking... Good job Inda, I look forward to reading more of your works.

[Inda]

Thanks for the R&R.

[Andie]

No problem.

[Tree]

Fantastic Inda. You capture exactly how we can all feel at times; the wanting. In the case of your well written poem (I could be wrong) but I pick up, however subtle, that the protagonist of this poem was finally faced with the reality, of The Desire....

[Inda]

Yes the desire to be seen, thank you Diego for reading and reviewing.