Picture by Steve Partridge
Image Source: Wikimedia Commons under Creative Commons licence (here)
He thought he could discern
glimpses of movements behind
Darting across chasms of emptiness
Playing tricks with his imagination
Even accompanied with sounds
Why were there rustling leaves?
Trudging through the evening sun
All alone through a minefield
Worst yet, tall trees of stony silence
He had to endure the eerie feeling
For his house was at the far end
Why must he walk alone?
Aware of shadows lurking behind
He had to brave the quiet path
Idyllic in its structure he kept asking
Moaning that he was subjected to all this
No choice was extended to him
What did he do wrong?
Written for Poetry Jam with prompt -shadows-