Shadows Slipping

Shades of darkness slipping through binds of my mind, showering intellect with the sadness of past loss, letting it be felt in memories. Those that have been retained from every episode of grief that has come into this mere poet's life, stand- ing and remembering it all with the intensity of passion. Spiritually being awakened through a bluened light, always saturating me within rhythms of music listened to, blending with innate measures and chords passionately being composed. Shadows slipping through blinds of sorrow will always have a place inside of my mind, heart and soul, forever in this world and the next one.