The Long Shadow

Old sins have a long shadow The old gnarled woman spat You will see punishment In a year and a day as a matter of fact Into the gloomy night with a full moon I skulked away with much to think about I looked up at the new moon wondering About the words the old woman let out I decided not to think about what she said And went back to my lonely life The grind of work carried me on As I dealt with each unwanted strife As the last day dawned I awoke The brightening sky heralded the day So I dressed and drove toward the sun I looked at my phone as the sky darkened away And that is where it ended For what was left was uncomprehended For in the darkness I sit and wait Wondering if that was all to contemplate . © Paul Warren Poetry