Poem: And the Shadow Lives On

And the Shadow Lives On
By: Abbey Rutter


It is dark where I'm from,
And wherever I go
The people don't stay
Where they flee,
I don't know.
But I wonder at this,
At the reason they leave,
Is it at my expense?
From myself...could it be?
Am I perhaps broken,
Not a way to be fixed
The antique of a person,
Without substance or wit?
Am I a problem to solve,
By the weight of a measure,
Am I lost to the world
When it gives me no pleasure?
I am unhappy here,
To be sure, it is true
But am I joyous elsewhere,
Or do I play the fool?
To keep me, these people,
They tell me their lies,
Yet still I'm the conflict,
A challenge to the wise.
I'm the darkness in night-time,
The storm of the cloud
The sun's darkest thought,
And the days coldest hour.
It is dark where I'm from,
Thus wherever I go,
I take blackness with me
And the shadow lives on.