What I Feel

How I felt; what I feel
All the possibilities
Now dispense a constant poison
Gnawing from my inside out
What I’ve been; who I am
Ghosts I couldn’t ensnare
I can’t move on; I can’t stand still
Lost in self made wretchedness
Obsessed with lingering turmoil
A blunderers circle
I’ve long since been entrapped
There is no center
No gray
Just black and white
Shadows of the evils
Circle to consume
Any thought of light
A thick veil that suffocates
The part of me that once was good