Shadow

The shadow chases like an everlasting pursue
Going after me, just like a wandering spirit,
desperately looking for a body to stay within

I run, I hide, I fly up and try to touch the sky with my longing gaze,
but no one can save me from this shadow which was cast upon me, by my own body.

The shadow looked at me, telling me it’s really up to me.
I wanted it to leave, but I am so used to it.

And so, the shadow follows me.
Dragging my feet, I walked with slow and steady pace.

I looked forward with the shadow behind me.
It follows like a loyal servant but hinders me.

My shadow is dark and gloomy.
It has no face just a shade formed on the cold concrete
My shadow reflects the past of unwanted events

My shadow tells me of the imperfection,
blotched my every forwarding foot prints.
Reminding me, and reminding me.
My shadow is here to keep me accompany...