The Return to The Den

The whispers had reigned in continuance 

In the thought of anguish, the voices elapsed 

Insanity became nature

Eclipsing the shutters of a fleeing light

Distasteful to the luxury of respiration 

Inundated by a guilty verdict

One appointed by self 

Inept to a peripatetic passage 

To bygones of sorrows and disarray 

Remorseless to a past-due repentance 

Swelled by a lustful passion 

Of a feather saturated in ink

Smeared on a ledger

Illustrating an estranged self

Of philautia, it seeks

The return to the den”