Fettered With Folly

Fettered With folly

I am fetter with folly

And matted with self doubt

I know you are imperfect…but I even more so

What is seen is what I am willing to give

To Share

I am a solitary being

Present, but in mind

My pain is my own, I do not wish to share it

How could you understand it?

But

If you persist, then I must share it.

My eyes are of the witching well.

So deep and so dark is the pain that hides within

I never knew innocence

It was taken long ago

My soul since has forever walked on a road of drying tar

With each step a piece of me lay embedded in the path past.

Poisonous fumes spew from the mouths of the fallen

People I know, those I have known

They pave the sides of this road

As they seek to tempt me from this journey

I long to breath free air

As my own lungs begin to feel the change.

Do you see this change?

As I walk my back contorts and shifts

I struggle

Day by day

While my mind wages war against me,

And while my heart protects me

I must carry on

I know there is an end

I aim to find it.