Within Shadow

Poem that came to me while sitting in the shadow of Roberts Hall, waiting for class to begin. I know it's set up weird. It just felt right.

Within Shadow

I watch the world from Shadow,
And I love the sights I see.
But it taunts with a glow,
That can't ever touch me.

The people dance in the Sun
But they won't tell me of it.
For the Shadow is to shun,
And at its edge they quit.

I wish an Angel would come,
And spirit me away,
And give joy by great sum,
Towards the light of Day.

But when Dusk comes low,
Like me, the Dancers know sorrow.

Their happiness is fleet-footed.
My sorrow is infinite.
Is the grief, deep-rooted,
Better than the blissful time split?

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

Sometimes you are impelled to write something which you don't fully understand.
I found this piece interesting in content it evoked images and thoughts to ponder on.
Rhyme scheme is pretty good but your meter is off in places ivor