Walking on the streets at night
dimly light by lamp post lights.
Ten till midnight, by my count
with not another soul in sight.

Rushing home, I swiftly paced
hearing voices, my thoughts did race
being followed?  I turned to look.
t'was just my shadows that I faced.

My body froze, incased in ice
the sight of one, alone sufficed.
But the lamposts with their rays of light
cast my shadow, not once, but thrice.

I turned, and started striding fast
with one in front, on the side, and last
ill reminders of my memories
of events future, present, past.

I wished upon the sun to rise
or perhaps to awaken and rub my eyes,
anything to release their grasp
and bring upon their swift demise.

At once I stopped, I don't know why.
I leaned my head back, to see the sky.
There sat the moon, full and bright,
a friendly face, held up so high.

Soon, my worries began to drain
along with my thoughts of fear and pain.
For I had a friend, nearby watching
my sanity, I thus retained.

The shadows thus converged to none
getting home, I felt I'd won.
Smiled warmly as I closed the door.
I'll awake tomorrow to greet the sun.