Shadows

No! They do not know me at all,
all of those shadows on the wall,
they gather and walk around me,
wonder who or what I could be.

speak in a language of their own,
a dialect to us unknown,
hand gestures and whispers abound,
much said, heard, yet without a sound.

a senior shadow with a stoop,
appears to attract bigger group,
perhaps the wisest of the lot,
this old peers thoughts, advice, much sought!

in that old dark archaic room,
there is a low light but less gloom,
me the centre, object of query,
their debate long without hurry.

night on night, debate continued,
several angles I was viewed,
their conclusions shall never know,
they walked away at morning glow.

mystery still I shall remain,
back though now in human domain,
no interest shown as shadows did,
truth about me still under a lid!

life a journey in quest of self,
the least understood was myself,
time will come for a truth window,
when I shall pass and be a shadow.

darkdeathmysterysilencerhyme

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