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 whyÂ….. 
Senseless.