Shadow

An arm to reach out through the dark,

To break free from the torments of self and others,

Wanted to walk under the moonlight,

To enjoy my pleasure filled time of day,

As I am a shadow,

From thy past,

Someone who is there from the start,

In dark surrounding you all around,

And in light mimicing you,

For I know all your secrets and doing,

Yet I'm bounded not to speak,

Still I carry the words around,

Spreading it around in somebody's ear,

As no one could escape himself,

The sin done would be made,

And you would eat it too,

For life is too short to escape. . . . .