Standing before you,
An endangered soul.
Mold with gold and once embodying the whole given.
My Frail and lanky stature, stands before you
piercing every eye.
Cringing as they spy
telling tales of my demise...
Eyes widen with hopelessness
I fed them so happily....."my beasts!"
As they ate away my Gold...sold soul.
No longer avail in writing, creating and designing (my gold?)
I stand before you
a shackled hole and once embodied the whole given.
Deep down my whole and my Gold giveth...
their breathe of assured existence.
But I allowed my kryptonite
to defile my soul
my God given, a talented being.
Possessing the power of greatness!
Blessed! with the mental capability to create
And I must say I live for the time
I am all consumed
Attention slips no where - non spear
Gathering golden fumes
I push my barren walls of "lack of constancy" due to defeat and fear
Dancing loose these shackles!