I walk the line
One that is mine;
Made of my own bundles of time withered twine

Sick as sorrow
Ill I fear
Will become tomorrow;
I feel it near
As it gets louder
The sound I hear..
For I am bait, it states
Telling me of my fate
Self-delegated
Intra-personal, between
Me myself & I, loud & clear

A heated drum
Banging words that go ***
Bitter shame
Brighter shun
I can not change what all I've wrong
I can not help who I have become
Perhaps I have come too far undone
Outdone
I'm spun
Anyone??

The sun above
My feelings below
I think too much
I think
I think about my head hitting a pillow
Muffling the sounds my heart yearns to wallow
When ever I think of all I've done & said,
Of all I'm ashamed of
My hands are sure to be holding my head up..