Wailing of An Impaired Being

I despair from the invisible thorns, Inflicted on me by the forces of hurt I desire to flee beyond, from within the ****** of crossroads Sweet pain! I've come to see. I’m trapped in a fortress as thick as steel The puzzle called earth plays me, like poker I flaunt my guts in a minute entity I flex my panache to few and sundry The gods have smiled, But I’ve laughed yet not I’m prepared, I know But they think otherwise. The saints have sang But the rhythm still plays. I’m sensitive, so I feel everything In the sense of it, and beyond of it My time is served But the shackles stay clasped My wings and cape were made to soar Un-glue me from my cubicle in hell’s pit Whose tears do I shed? Who is the snail in front of me? On the one-track path to light Yearn has become my alias I know, I know Patience is the watchword But even her, lacks perfection My case just might be an exception Oh King of us What are your thoughts?