My shadow is my stalker, <br />following me everywhere I go, <br />it always travels with me, <br />in the wind, rain, sun and snow. <br /> <br />My shadow is my stalker <br />it copies everything I do, <br />when I dance along the street <br />my shadow dances too. <br /> <br />My shadow is my stalker <br />sometimes I think it's gone away <br />but it will suddenly show itself again <br />in a bold and showy way. <br /> <br />My shadow is my stalker <br />and it's always changing size, <br />it will show itself in front, behind <br />and sometimes at my sides. <br /> <br />My shadow is my stalker <br />I ask "Why do you follow me"? <br />I know it will never give an answer <br />but will carry on following silently. <br /> <br />My shadow is my stalker, <br />but should I really not presume, <br />could I be my shadows stalker also, <br />I wonder, who is following whom?<br /><br />Jacqueline Nash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-shadow-stalker/
