Faceless

The ones with dragging feet, who walk on through the crowd,
Go unseen, between the faces of those who are so loud.
I only see them as shadows, i never see them with a face.
They are almost invisible, walking with a terrifying grace.

A hidden story, an untold tale, an unfinished life.
They carry on in our footsteps, being so precise.
No-one notices those who are in black.
Those who are so desperate, to get their life back.

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if you haven't guessed its about shadows lol.
I made this poem up so it would be as if our shadows where once people.