The Shadows Follow Us

-The Shadows Follow Us-
by
Keaton Foster



Shifting blackness
Shapeless masses
Silent representations
Of our darkest lapses
The very core of who we are
Outlined
Cast and broken
The image is unclear
To us as well as
Everyone else quite near
Where we go
Who we are
What we do
All happens in the
Presence of them
They are always there
Hiding away in the night
Screaming pay attention to me
In the pinnacle of bright
Our parts exposed
Innards fall out
Distortion changes
The shape of everything
Worn like wounds
On our naked torso
Cloths only covers up
The truth that the shadows
Cast into the light of day
And the darkness of our ways
Run and hide
Sit and cower
It does not matter
The shadows are there
Waiting for you
In the tricks and
Madness of your life
There is no way
To be free of them
Everything shares
In your terror
The reality of this
True test of shapes is that
The shadows follow us
All of the days
And nights of our lives
Moon or sun
Means nothing within
The realm they reside
Our narrow mind forces
Us to believe that they are not
There in the darkness
But the truth is that
They are always there
Until one day when we
Will leave them behind
To linger in this realm of life
Without us
When that time comes
We will transcend into
The very darkness they represent…


The Shadows Follow Us
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.