The Shadow Poem by Vincent Topp

I am the shadow
I have outstayed this derelict shell of a supposed human being
I followed, mimicked his slow reactions
I will not be the understudy of a no-one
I will not be in the dark side of a fool.

I am the solar hermit
Who wants his day in the sun
The tedium is contagious
Out of shape sighs
No more rigid and feeble, stilted, limping, why's
I have a dance in these heels.

I am the shadow
Yet still I have more life in me than him
He is just noise without a point
I am the shadow that sits down first
As sloth then puts his full weight down on me
I am the shadow that lies beneath
When his limp lifeless body smothers me to a tiny pin head circle
He is the shadow not me.