I am but a Shadow
My place in the world is not a place at all.
I am but a shadow,
In a world of bright lights.
You may see me, you may be
Aware of a presence,
Aware of an anomaly,
Though you are never quite sure
If I am real or imaginary-
A dark spot at the edge of your eyesight.
My actions have no consequence
In the world surrounding-
Dream-like, I leave no identifiable mark-
A simulation; I end before I begin.
I may yell, like I may scream-
Shrill and desperate-
But can I be heard?
Can anyone hear me?
Please! Here my plea!
…
My voice may carry through the air
On an invisible wind current,
Travelling far and wide-
Yet in Limbo it remains.
I am but a shadow,
In a world of hidden corners and darkness,
I melt in with my surroundings,
Unable to break free-
To let myself be seen.
Try as I might,
I am smaller than a grain of sand,
No larger than a bacteria.
My imprint is left but for a second
Before it vanishes into the ether.
Forgotten before I am remembered.
I am,
Yet I am not.
About the Creator
Verity Greene
I love writing dark fantasy/ imagery poetry.
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