Shadow Commemoration Day Twelve

As the rain falls,
and waters rise,
there’s thoughts of Shadow,
poor Shadow,
in the ground,
with the water around him.

In the ground.

He needs help,
he needs comfort,
he need something,
the thought is hard,
these words are hard,
but there is poor Shadow,

There’s sadness,
in these words,
there’s a sense,
that can’t be expressed,
there’s a fog,
between what this is like,
and what it may seem.

Poor Shadow.