Whispers From A Shadow Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

i like it! nice poem! :)

Words that we exchange, prayers and compliments that we give and take, promises that we make, follow us everywhere. I wonder what do your whisper say? thanks for sharing a poignant poem.

dear poet. one day, i hope, you (or i) will see the face of the shadow. i hope that it will be you (or me) . that day you will have next part of this poem for us. i really love your art. peace.

Like conscience, a shadow keeps whispering! Stay on bright light above you to hide silence the shadow!

the shadow goes with us everywhere and it whispers to us. It will always remain. nice write

A shadow goes wherever you go. it can't detach itself away from you. It's a silent partner that always lurks in from or behind you. Thanks for sharing a very intriguing poem.

A shadow marches to its own drum, yet a slave it becomes. It can not escape, nor can you. Disappearing among the pitch dark night. Only to be found following in the daylight. It's a struggle for it to own itself. Forever attached, whether it be at the hand or feet. On the eye of the horizon it does meet. Excellent Poem.