Shadow Man

Something lingers ‘round the bend

Chilling the air around it

Someone stalks you to the end

Capturing the sunlight

A shady figure garbed in grey

Follows from behind

Though you dream and hope and pray

He still lingers at your side

Causing your skin to crawl

Every time you run into him

short and thin or wide and tall

You’re always right beside him

Yet even when we’re dead and gone

Our time has all but passed

The grey man still looks over us

And laughs, and laughs, and laughs

Reviews

[Bryan Webb]

I really enjoyed this piece and it gave me chills. Like a lingering dread following close by at all times, carrying the weight of our worry and our fears.

"Yet even when we’re dead and gone
"Our time has all but passed
"The grey man still looks over us
"And laughs, and laughs, and laughs"
This was a great way to end this poem and painted a picture of this "Grey Man" hovering over a dead body within a coffin, snuggled close and touching nose to nose. All while laughing manically.

All and all, very good piece.

[streetrose]

Thank you so much for reading and taking the tine to comment on my work, I'm glad you liked it.