The shadows arc playfully
In their amorphous dance
To the tune of inner distress

I recoil in fear
In cold streams of anguish
Coiling for refuge
As I tumble
Through the phantom perils of old

Roving black clouds
Overwhelm the skies
Of tranquil reveries

Unleashing their payload
The shrill ordinance of regret
Consuming
All hopes set adrift
Each aimless and pitiful thought

All that I’ve done
Returns in faithful droves
In festering hordes
Engulfed in primal rage

It all transpires
Beneath the careless twirl of shadows
To the agonizing tune
Of the lost and unfulfilled