Shadows in the Hall

Ó 1995  Anthony Congiano

Raise a glass, to the sadder days

Here’s a little toast, to the massive mess I’ve made

Tip my hat before I fall

And a whisper to the shadows in the hall

An offering to the luck of the lost

A plunge to my knees by the reality of loss

From where I stand I’m not so tall

And a whisper to the shadows in the hall

A hollow nod to the pivotal ways

A haunted smile for my moments in the haze

Hail vicious circles I really

And a whisper to the shadows in the hall

A sad goodbye to the souls I embraced

A nod of defeat to the light that I chased

With my minds eye mauled

A whisper to the shadows in the hall

I salute, the impaling of my soul

A wave to the me that only I could with hold

And only echoes when I call

A whisper to the shadows in the hall