Shadows and Souls

I am the shadow that passes unseen in the dark, the breeze you first feel but brush off as lark.

Stealthy, this game I must play to survive. I can’t even tell if I’m barely alive.

Do you still know me? Can you hear me?Screaming behind glass. The air growing thin, needing oxygen fast.

But mere shadows go unnoticed. Will you ever see? See the girl you once knew has faded away to nothing?

Everyone once loved her, that vibrant young thing. But once her wounds became evident, they shunned her very being. Discarded like takeaway food from last night. Begging, crying, calling out for one bite.

Oh your scraps are all worthless, for they come from a place. A place so dark and so twisted, it all seems a waste.

Each black heart struggling to beat in those chests, is now given over to the dealer of death. He never long taries, for when it is time, he will come and proclaim that “what’s mine is fairly mine”.

So beware of your souls and whom you lend them to, for they may never return and one day you will only be left--with you.