Shadows (POEM)
Are they scorched souls of men,
Are they the evil part of every breathing man,
Shadows, what are they?
Are they demons loosed from hell beneath to haunt us,
Are they angels in dark skins to walk with us,
Shadows, what are you?
Are they guides, sent to us, from our fallen ancestors,
Are they spirits of the dead, or the unborn looking for bodies to posses,
Shadows, what are they?
Shadows,
Either small or huge,
Teach us always in light to walk,
And show us that selflessness is a lane possible to walk in.
They are nothing than truest friends,
Shadows, our own.
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