The Arrow

Sorrows cloud the mournful day,
I cannot see the hidden way.
’Tis unknown burden, oh so deep,
What matters if I cry or weep.

My inner senses by
Utter darkness blind,
And in soulless reason
My heart enshrined.

Thoughts swiftly rise and fall
Like a bouncing, forlorn ball.
I need to rest but I may not
Since the arrow has been shot.

The furious river drags me under,
My secret mirror rent asunder.
Cast away the dreadful crown!
Or heave a sigh – and drown.

Oh, twisted tangled labyrinth!
Forth calls the wailing nymph
And binds me in my bones
Can you hear my strangled moans?