Shadows of distant reminiscing, foreclosing on life,
taking away it's field of vision.
Torn apart by shattered remains of incessant lies,
falling face down, afraid of getting up.
Slicing through a tainted atmosphere, pulling along
wayward thoughts, attempting to stash them in iron
file boxes.
Shadows no longer playing in empty hallways of a
mind, they have met and attached themselves to
memories, making them clear at long last.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distant-shadows/
