Shadows of the past seem destined to haunt
A feeling of ghosts stare at me – taunt
And cast a darkness across what I felt would be free from such baggage
Which I realise was a mistake
What advantage be gained from keeping alive images from another time?
Guilt, hurt, anger and envy do make themselves felt aplenty
Why it seems to me that I will ne'er have her truly to myself
When acts and deed stare at me from a shelf
I really wish one as her could move on
And so condemning such feelings to begone
Have a moment such as this
A window in a life of madness
Where possible to be removed to a distance safe in order to peer in
Be a blessing which I should fail to forget
Though happening as an accident
It has been the most wonderful of sages
While my mind does drift, gleaning wisdom of the ages
Murdered fish for my pleasure
Fills my belly full of treasure
Food for the belly, for the mind
For the soul helps me right the wrongs of old
I try, successless, to end this torture
Entered as I reason with the idea without sun endless
And to my mind, still though I try
To understand why
Senseless