Where is that fragile sympathy,
tainted mortal cignet of self doubt,
and maze of relief that ignites this night of slow torture and flickering resistance to tremble knee deep in sleep,
but awake i stand guard over these feelings that slip side and sip anguish deep inside,
no shelter from the pain that then takes away the pity, the blame, the shame.
why do you only ever leave me when i just came.