trapped, pacing cavernous halls of yesterdays,
in a labyrinth of memories, edges torn and frayed

soul dreading the echoes, reverberating of years,
flesh bearing cool patina, corrosion by fears

her tired heart but a shadow of what could be,
thrumming erratic, amidst suffocating debris

-shared in response to DVerse’s Quadrille Challenge, Shadow, click the link for a wonderful explanation about the Quadrille and to read more poetry