Wounded Without

Balance escapes malcontent minds withered in worry, gazed through the blinds Disconnected with the world outside Yearn for release, all peace ceases Guarded, distrustful, suspected malfeasance Weary of those heart guarded treasons People's intentions change like the seasons Now suspicious always...in all ways My mind narrows down like hallways Carefully weighing the words that they're saying Watchful of wolves as they creep in their preying Unworthy of praying, the shepherd's off playing unguarded sheep... ripe for the sleighing Forever wanting of tender loving Feeling undeserving, a dark cloud above me A wounded creature, cornered and lonely licking wounds, longing for her to console me I lay here empty............................