Shadow Walker

A shadow walks from the darkness,
A fragmented memory of what it was,
Of what it used to be.
But it’s no longer that memory any more,
It can’t go back from where it came,
For it no longer belongs there.
It is a traveler searching for something it left behind.
Lonely and cold is its heart,
For it has not felt love or kindness for a long long time.
It comes closer now,
Chilling the air it walks through.
You ask it, “What do you want?”
It doesn’t answer.
A chill runs deep inside you,
Afraid you ask again.
It pulls back its hood showing its face,
And you fear no more.

- James C. Zawacki -