‘ I ‘

I breathe the breath of a tortured soul
it burns my stomach lining
clouding my retinas

I stand with no direction
The consequences so great
my mind won’t rest

I hold to what I need to believe
My disposition complex
it wilts amongst rationalisation

I fight with warrior strength
unarmed without weapons
as the battle is within

I long for resolution
to lay down these invisible swords
that cut my soul

Copyright JMTacken 9.7.14

I hope that soon I shall be able to write with more lightheartedness.