Stricken

I have been bitten, stricken, slaughtered by my heart—

I have died a thousand deaths alone in the dark.

There is anguish—there are aches, and pangs that pierce

Though my flesh and sorrow me in the shadows.

I am a man, I think. I am human, it seems—

But when I am left alone, I ruminate,

And create images that should never—ever—

Cross my consciousness or keep me awake.

I have been puzzled and pondered—beat and squandered...

I have been led astray by dreams, desires, and feelings.

Dusk is a dreary time for anger and ire to rage—

The shadows act as a mask to hide behind…

I am lost and bleeding, still wishing of being…

No! I must be silly… I must stop this insane thinking.

I have fallen for fallacy—my heart is weakening…

And I fear there is nobody left to keep the bad thoughts out.

      DannYetman

www.DanielYetman.com