Left Behind
How much does a shadow weight?
Ever present day by day
Silent ally, closest friend
Still beside me at day's end.
Shadows living without names
Candle light distorts and maims
Giving form to silent shapes
Saddening the figure gapes
Knowing full well we've a curse
secret kept in no man's purse
That one day all men must part
When rests still this beating heart.
And should I blow out the light
Would my shadow be alright?
poem by William Blake Beckett
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