SHADOW MAN
I live in the shadows away from the street,
Hiding my face from the people I meet.
My spirit is a burned-out coal,
A brittle shell that once held my soul.
If you see me lurking in the twilight somewhere,
Look twice, for I may not even be there.
How did this happen, perhaps you will ask,
But to answer is much too painful a task.
There is nothing more for me to say,
So back to the shadows I’ll slip away.
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