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/