I within my sullen wonder
Slumber onward, dull I blunder
Echoes in me, call from under
Though I find my prize asunder.
Torn it is, within my mind.

This my prize, I'm wholly seeking
Lashing out and even weeping
Low and high, I'm fervent reaching
As bones and cobwebs, pile beneath me
And are all I seem to find.

Visions, I cant help but live so
My eyes dark, that of a widow
Loathsome of the lanking shadows
Flitting out my darkened window,
Figures that do bind me so,
searching in this dreary mind.

And though I hearken to this madness
Constantly consumed with sadness
Breaking thoughts containing gladness
Pondering upon such brashness
a book willing to unbind