Empty Lakes

I can't seem to escape these mistakes.

Like a man who fishes in empty lakes,

Every moment I'm haunted; morning, noon, and night.

My dreams bring with them no delight.

The darkness seeps in, like winter on roses,

And with every pondering, my open door closes.

I feel trapped in a box, with no hole to breathe.

Washing blood from my hands, but holding the sheath.

They creep in my mind, and tap on my skull.

They won't let me fall to a daydreamy lull.

I try to get out but they pull me back in.

They burst in my eyes all over again.

It seems I'll never escape these mistakes,

Like a man who fishes in empty lakes.