My Shadows
Shadows fall long on the floor, alone again once more.
Why do I open my door? shadows on the floor.
The only friends that greet me anymore.
They offer the only warmth, in the cold gray hue.
Shadows speak loud, tales of the past.
They move and bend, as movements pass.
Stand long and tall, the only friends I have at all.
Shadows pasted, on the wall.
They never leave, just grow different if at all.
I'm never alone, with shadows on my wall.
But I am.
Dennis Lee Martin
Copyright ©2007 Dennis Lee Martin
Why do I open my door? shadows on the floor.
The only friends that greet me anymore.
They offer the only warmth, in the cold gray hue.
Shadows speak loud, tales of the past.
They move and bend, as movements pass.
Stand long and tall, the only friends I have at all.
Shadows pasted, on the wall.
They never leave, just grow different if at all.
I'm never alone, with shadows on my wall.
But I am.
Dennis Lee Martin
Copyright ©2007 Dennis Lee Martin
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