Excellent A poem Shadows At Play by PoeticXscape

Coming with the arrival of sunset. There is the weight of regret. In the lonely and silent hours. It manipulates you with its depressive power. There are shadows at play. They know when to expand. When the clock holds a lighter hand. Finding themselves in the best position. And taking advantage without permission. Because there are shadows at play. From the darkest edges found. They come without sight or sound. And no preparation can be made. For a debt that can not be paid. When there are shadows at play.

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