Outside
When morning shadows fade
I shrink back into darkness
Forgotten until daylight
When I can once again search
For the one who stole my lifeforce
While I was dreaming me.
Yet, he has no face, not fully formed
I must be quick before he takes
More from the shadows
To become the one I am meant to be
Leaving me in darkness
Never to step into the light
To find my own form
To live outside my own form
My own shadow…
beautiful poetry, i fell right into this
Thank you, Jude, that means a lot!
Spooky! Great poem and it fits that image wonderfully.
Glad you liked both the poem and the image, Diana…
Oh, so dark and creepy….After a nightmare? x
You could be right…