Trapped;
by the desperate logic of your own mind
and the fear of circumstances you find
yourself trapped in.
It is a circular state.
Painful as it cuts its way
like a razor-edged hoola hoop at play,
alone.
Isn't it always alone?
Despite the support of all
or lonely lacking pall
of being alone.
Life cannot be lived for you.
The pain and gut wrenching fear
preside ever strong and clear.
I am afraid.
Perhaps, love is not brightest.
Fear seems to shroud its beams;
striking from the in between
to kill hope, peace
Help! please!
but the cry cannot be answered
for it is my turn to be stalwart.
I'm crumbling.
Time, please wrap
your shriveled shroud
about the wounds
that keep care out.
Find it in you-
however deep-
to end this torment
plaguing me.
My heart may burst
(blessed relief?)
if no relief come
succor me.
Trapped...