The pendulum takes
With each pointless sway
To and fro
To and fro

Frayed wings
Are my loathsome plight
Frothing at the helm
An omen of present anguish

To and fro
I remain sullen
Upon worthless tides
Drawn in and dispersed

I wince no more
At the gloomy smirk of loneliness
The subdued whirl of solitude
It’s frigid wisp I’ve grown to brave

To and fro
I spend with ease
Shelling out my tissue
My own scathed and torn fabric

Among these looping tides
Is where I am to remain
Greyed, mangy and frail
A prisoner to imperishable mourning

For I let the pendulum thieve
At the promise of everlasting peace
For burdenless ages
And lonely triumphs
To and fro
To and fro