Confusion's Pathway: Revision

 
Bitter cold
are the shadows
that creep along...

Running
to the edge
of sanity
as Mystic-like
breezes dance
to potential's outcome...

while vile visages
permeate the essence
of man's mortal
appendages
til it chokes
all hope from
an empty shell...

belligerently
accusatory of
a frayed mentality

while those other
vessels of fortune
shine dimly-lit candles
to intensify
the arrival of new,
painstaking rhetoric...

rotting
in the basement
of thought
yet the custodian
cleans until
the remnants
of negativity
washes away...

usurped into
an ocean
of tomorrow's
newly invigorated horizons...