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............................
Copyright © Steve Voorhees | Year Posted 2009
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