Down dark hallways I encounter,

Phantoms of my miserable past.

My arms wide open, tear stained eyes ablur

Their forms were never meant to last.

In such times of trouble and despair

I turn to you to find the way.

No longer believing in repair

I endeavour to keep your love at bay.

Will I ever meet Peace, relax?

Am I destined to wonder all my days

Melting away as used wax?

My life no more than a sad haze

As I begin to fade

Into just another shade.

© Copyright 2016 Sarah Cate Anstey