Haunted

                                                     
The dreaded flow of memories and crushing burden of my sin
Thoughts that haunt my secret place waging a war I cannot win
The heart it is a fragile thing left in another's care
Exposure leaves it vulnerable to the wounds I've buried there
My grasp upon what's real or not is tenuous at best
The raging battle in my mind does not permit me rest
My soul it aches for solid ground and shelter from despair
Each breath I take reminds me of the hope no longer there
Overwhelming is the solitude and emptiness within
What lies before me is a circle and I end where I begin
9-25-2000