This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter.
Consumed by night,
only the lamplights
on the sidewalk
to save me.
No eyes to speak
of what happened here,
only my strained sobs
trying to scream for me.
I’m surrounded by stone
walls of faces, faces of walls,
closing me in
but throwing me away.
Why were you walking,
breathing at that hour?
You walked right into
the darkness yourself.
You felt nothing but cold,
heard nothing but the stars,
spoke of nothing but the moon,
saw nothing but your shadow.
Let your heart grow cold.
Don’t listen to them.
Keep telling your story, the truth:
It was more than a shadow.