In the Shadows

May 16, 2008
By Rebecca Staub, Middletown, DE

The darkness engulfs me
like a rotting tomb-stone.
I wait in the swirling winds
the dusty fog rolls in.


In the Shadows…

The spiders’ prickly feet
steps on my muddy toes.
Without a care in the world
she travels to her haven in the trees.


In the Shadows…

My soul, sorrowful soul
sings a sad, sad tune.
My breath comes out in a whisper
as quick as it comes, it goes.


In the Shadows…


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