Most people would say I’m a saddo
If I told the truth of my employ
Because hitched to your feet as a shadow
Is hardly what sane people call joy.
I follow you wherever you wander
A shape that is the absence of light
I am never given the time to wonder
If the winding path you’re on is quite right.
In sunshine my presence weighs heavily
A dark stain that’s impossible to hide
But in moonlight, I fade. You can never be
Sure if I’m behind you or by your side.
You will miss me when I’m gone my friend
For without your shadow you’ve reached your end.
I’ve written several sonnets over the last few years and here’s a creepy little one for you. Whoever of us hasn’t wondered if our shadows harbour some malevolent intent, behind that bland facade?