My Shadow

Constant companion
Supportive to the core
Insecure in his own mind

Leave not his sight
Panic he will
Sadness will fill his dark eyes

So like a child
Bouquet of moods
Curiosity his friend and foe

Eight years old
But continues to play
Crashing for deep sleep

End of day small twitches
Rock this gentle soul’s
Much deserved sleep

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