Forgot to post you, you little random poem you.

There once was a shadow that needed a place to stay.
I told him he wasn't welcome, but he stayed anyway.
Making the heart heavy and soul full of guilt,
A place of sadness for blood that was spilt.
Nothing made sense with him around.
No sunshine cascading, no hope to be found.
This sad little shadow though small in size,
Was a daily reminded of an imminent demise.
A broken and damned husk of a being
With no regard for how life really should be.
Shadows aren't welcome in a heart made of gold.
Their presence changes a spirit from young to old.
One day it will leave me, but until then..
I will wait in the wings. Not knowing when.