The Black Figure-Benjamin Moore AC-26

She sat on her chair,
enviously staring
at the people outside;
still trying to unshackle
the chains keeping her,
in agoraphobia’s grip.

She looks down,
sees the black figure,
the only friend she’s had.
The one that,
was as dark as a night
with a hiding moon,
didn’t betray her,
didn’t lie to her,
but always,
looked out for her.

The one that followed her,
everywhere she went;
her only friend
since childhood.

The thirty year-old black figure,
the one who can tell time,
the one who can never let you down,
the one who has witnessed your every sin,
is called shadow.