Shadows Grow
It could be the shadows you are hearing,
Every evening they grow
Longer, darker,
Until
They devour themselves
To become the night.
We are all shadows shouting
As the night approaches
Thinking we are fooling the foolish
Thinking we were right.
Below the surface…
Hoping we were right.
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