Fear and doubt flow directly through my veins freezing me into a chunk of solid ice,
Uncertainty forcefully drives a spike straight through my soft and thudding heart.
I want to speak but my tongue is sliced into pieces and fed right back down my throat.
The weight of isolation crushes my spirt flat against an endless sea of old concrete,
and true love and loyalty for my family and friends feels truly impossible to ever express.
Crude communication bumbles and kind fumbling gestures only push me away yet farther,
into a place distant as distant as my derelict father was to his motherless crying child.
Trickling thoughts whispers about the old familiar danger lurking within a lovely woman.
Repeated memories of abandonment burns fast as gunpowder inside my darkest hours,
and five stained cases became forever stuck in the lonesome cylinder left out in the rain to rust and was permanently welded shut.