They say the evil, dark things roam at night.
But no one ever thinks to mention your shadow, standing stark in the bright sunlight.
They say that the worst come out when the sun goes down.
But your shadow, though only cast by light, knows more about you than you think it might.
It heard you talking to that one friend about the other friend.
It saw you cheat.
It saw you steal.
It knows you lied.
Through short and tall and big and small,
Your shadow knows.
That, if it ever tried,
Your shadow might just be your downfall.
YOU ARE READING
Translated thoughts
PoetryJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)
