A whispered word, a silent vow,
A chilling touch upon your brow.
The shadow stretches, long and deep,
Secrets that the twilight keep.
It coils around, a unseen dread,
Haunting thoughts within your head.
A cold despair, a creeping blight,
That steals away the morning's light.
No open wound, no burning sting,
Just silent sorrow, it does bring.
A heavy heart, a weary sigh,
As fading hopes begin to die.
It weaves its way through dreams and fears,
Collecting all your unshed tears.
A silent thief of joy and grace,
Leaving emptiness in its place.
So feel the warmth, and seek the sun,
Before the shadow's work is done.
For in its grasp, so soft and vast,
A life unlived, a die is cast.
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Aima Charle
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Comments (1)
This poem really sets a spooky mood. The way it describes the shadow and all those feelings is pretty vivid. It makes me think about times when I've felt that sense of dread, like when something unexpected and a bit unsettling loomed over me. How do you think the shadow in the poem relates to real - life fears we try to avoid?