Ulysses

Bound​ by these chains

I am forsaken.  
Abandoned by His blessing

I am ******
to a suffering eternal.

The shackles which grasp my feet grow tighter with every step I take.
The unbending ​fastening held by the constraints around my neck becomes narrow as it breaches my flesh
Granting me only enough air to stay conscious

But I am not apperceptive, I am not cognizant,
I do not understand.

I would sacrifice my heart for the savor​ of authentic human affection

For the sensation of a kiss can only linger in my mind for so long
the saccharine taste shall cease eventually
Oh, my sweet, sweet propensity

Like Ulysses
I wish for wax, to block out the melodious call of that siren song
To impede the outside noise of those whom I will never truly feel

I yearn to rewind time like the wheels of a broken watch
And return to yesterday,
For I met affection then
if only for a moment.