Shadow on the Wall

creeping through the sullen twirls

he cautiously scans 

trembling and tethering

for the one that lay on the ground.

The tear that rolls back,

hard to hold back,

to hold or to let go,

that is the question?

From behind the veil

he comprehends

the unwinding tale

that is to be experienced.

The one that lay,

left no word of advice,

did not bid adieu,

So be incensed should he?

Knows he not,

‘cause he is just perplex,

for how the one he thought was his God,

become a shadow on the wall?

Moments passed,

minutes doused,

days extinguished,

yet the tears are perplexed,

yet the child in doubt.

The sun that shone

did not seem bright enough,

spring appeared monochromatic,

The soul tethered and

the heart broken.

What purpose does 

the little child derive,

from the Will of the Omnipotent?

Let the naivete’s world crumble

the soul be dismantled and whims abate.

What purpose there is to life,

when one day he too will 

just be a simple

shadow on the wall.