No power to speak,
No power to make this voice squeak,
So I cry, I whimper
In this quiet place,
Of sadness, can’t whisper
I long for shadow,
As mine just vanished
Outside the window
Are you the cause of
This fading light?
Will you be that guide?
My shadow to end
This terrible fright?
Marie Joyce B. Negapatan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadow-4/
