Carcass

Bereft of light I wander the dark
Fingertips and instinct my guides
And yet hope burns a flickering speck
To explore, I look inside
I'm judged and watched internally
The slightest mistake abhorrent
Damned if I do and spurned when I don't,
I'm swimming against my torrent
My eyes are tired my feet well worn
I long for the release of my fate
The tiny respite of some forgotten delight
Is crushed with memory great
Forlorn and tattered my soul retracts
A slow and searing pain
To fight or run against the tide
To rise and conquer my brain
A battle exists from body and mind
A fever pitched too high
If ever won with my mind at peace
Assured am I to fly.