Shadows

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Walking down the halls,
A chill creeps up my spine,
It crawls across the rest of my skin.

There he is…. My ugly shadow,
His memory follows me,
Spilling across the floors in the school like oil,
Covering everything with himself.

I try to run from the inky blackness of my shadow,
But as I run he just follows my every step.

My shadow who used to be my best friend,
Is now my worst enemy.


When will I be rid of It?
My ugly shadow, who scurries down halls to find me,
Waiting for moments I am most comfortable, to strike,
My body tenses and in my throat a never sounding scream is formed.

When will I be rid of my ugly shadow?
My shadow who used to be my best friend,
Who is now my worst enemy.





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Your Sunshine said...
Sept. 20, 2011 at 9:04 am
I love this.  You are a great poet. Keep up the great work.  You have so much talent.
 
Julie B said...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 10:40 pm
You are an amazing person!!!
 
DaneeH said...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 9:01 pm
Wow!!  Heather you are so talented!!
 
Lib. Lady said...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 6:35 pm
I loved this. I want to read more of your stuff
 
Linda S. replied...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 8:38 pm
Great poem Heather!  Keep writing and doing your own thing!
 
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