Writing down words,
Left from deception,
Finding no worth,
From lack of connection.

Finding my sight,
But losing my strength,
Feeling its bite,
Breathing its hate.

Pain is still there,
It never deceases,
Leaving me bare,
Always to feed it.

Some use their swords,
To fight their own battles.
I build my fort,
Riding life’s saddle.

My mind’s a warzone,
I’m constantly fighting,
Not trying to own,
I’ve lost my own sighting.

Pain finds its way,
Down to my bone,
It screams out my fate,
But never will show.