I am nothing, and less than nothing
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A shadow drifting, stealing light-
where I pass, a little darkness, a little gloom
Gone before noticed
but taking with me a drop of life
stolen from those around me.
They will wonder why they feel such-
frustration, sadness, annoyance-
some small, unexplained negative thing.
Without reason, and yet
not without reason.
It was me-the shadow touching their life.
They shower me with gifts, talismans of light;
Love, friendship, understanding-
I cannot accept, they pass through me
as solid air through shadow
for I am nothing, not real,
simply the absence of light
creating the illusion of form.
When the light returns,
I will be forgotten