I am but a thought

But I am

Betrayed

Impaled

Lead astray

I live

I lie

Shattered

Destroyed

Left for dead

The madness

The constant madness

I can hardly breathe

The scratching

The clawing

The constant gnawing

Dissecting my soul

Divisions arise

Dissecting, partitions

Detached, but alive

You've said I have no right to choose

But who are you, and what gives you the right?

Elevated on your platform

I castrated

Lead to pasture

Jaded

I think not

Not tonight

 © 2001 Lawrence A Magri