It is a shame

I'm reeling Because the way I'm feeling Isn't conductive to the path I wish to take I walk on edges Refuse pledges Whilst agreeing with the concept But not the manner I'm instructed My hand could be taken It's wanted but foresaken Nothing makes sense Of this cross purpose terrain All I can do is turn away But I won't do that today I'm standing still Though I've had my fill Then I hear the essence of you Instrumental, in view Anger dissipates, I don't feel it From this distance It's a shame That word, entrenched in blame But I'm depleted Coping at distance Wish for magic fixing words Sounds absurd When speaking creates Distance