I am....
Beneath the dust and cobwebs,
heavily armored...
I am...
Crowded in,
amongst my past transgressors,
and my malevolent thoughts...
I am...
Filled with haunting echosloud,
frightening,debilitating...
I am...
Straining to find some ease,
within the constricting confinements left by others...
(fed by me?)I am...
Whispering
(screaming),
surviving in self-imposed solitude...yet....
praying to be rescued...I am...Here...
I am here. and then again im always twisted in the head....
