Thoughts tangle with burden
The guild over-riding
Staring at the floor boards
As they crack the eyes with age
Crow feet; the corner of eyes
The weight of the heart
Pulled down to the waist
As thoughts lay in waste
Circulation of imagination, cut
To walk a damaged being
 
Waking with a weight
Held down to the bed
Shadows creasing corners
Of a conscience left blind
Torn between image
Of what is; and desired
Torn between fate
Of what is; and to be
 
Restlessness inside
Empty breaths that show
The soul in depths-divide
Frozen in a moment
A ghost of pasts reflection
Haunting in its every step
©Sean Monaghan