shadows

she hasn’t changed in six years
looking through windows,
she sees, but never understands

she welcomes the coming night
the moonlight shining on her skin
love never escapes the walls

she hasn’t changed in six years
as the day slowly turns
her shadows grow larger
grow taller, surrounding her
she shrinks back into her soul
she cries without a sound.

Poetry

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