My thoughts, the mightly inflicted, wonder through dark caves within my mind. Unaware and unprepared – living only to inevitably self destruct in anguish.
We. I feel are dying, within ourselves the self doubt is the parasite that feeds upon our diminishing souls. Self realization is the last knock, that immobilises thought and restricts optimism and brings me to my knees here before you…
And I look up to the space beyond, I’m searching for an alleying alternative, a regarded solution – and as the hounds bring me down, I loose sight, faded all disapears and all is quiet and calm and over. Then I wake – yet my situation still stares me in the face – how I wish for the hounds of deception to return.