Separated

In the early hours of this morning
I was wakened by a raging storm.
It was at this time that I discovered
I’d been separated from my form.

My substance had passed away
leaving me to carry on alone.
I don’t know why I’ve been forsaken
I’m now a shadow without a home.

The consequences are yet unknown,
but I have to try and carry on.
I don’t know how I’m going to do it
without my companion.

It’s time to venture out into the street
it appears to be a lovely day.
The sky is cloudless the sun is warm,
but no one can hear a word I say.

The other shadows are ignoring me
because I’m not being cast.
What does that mean to an un-cast shadow?
Are they inferring that I won’t last?

I’m beginning to get really anxious now,
the sun is bright, but I’m fading away.
Maybe I’m going and won’t be back,
and my departure was just a delay.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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