Shadows of a forgotten past,
Dark shrouds of strangulating thought,
Winding labyrinths of spiralling time,
Hazy visions of days that are no more,
An entrapped rationality, forced and unreal,
A liquid dream woven in nothingness,
Colours that fade, worn out hopes,
A life that lives but in the throes of death.
The invisible horizon delineated by thought,
And the stagnating pools of joy beyond..
Anger floods in, knocking down thought,
As the raging thunderstorms
Of an enforced existence hold sway,
And the shadows drift past, yet again.