Shaken

Alone in the dark I sit and wait,
I clench my fist and try and debate,
The image of my self reflects the wall,
I see the hole I dug and try not to fall

Below my rain of tears and sweat,
Lie the feet that walk my favored regret,
To my knees lay trembling and formed of pain,
To my body they form attached with strain.

My every thought is of saddened rage,
My guilt lay locked in a burdened cage,
As I have been standing there I try to walk,
Yet my body stay folded in emotional shock

I wish I could move to a quite place,
One without the clenching of my face,
Where my heart will feel no desperate loss,
To my bridge of strength no one can cross.