Shadows

Shadows follow
Though led to no destination
Still they remain
Left to ones imagination
The pain insane

Hidden book

A closed book I sit on a shelf
Clothes took to fit myself
Life's  story being foreseen
I await stitched inside These four seams

Under a tac

I feed on feedback
I never feel under attack
In an open field
I remain an unread bulletin
Pinned under a tac
My story abandoned
Bits and pieces
 left remains