Standing before you,

An endangered soul.

Mold with gold and once embodying the whole given.

And now

My Frail and lanky stature, stands before you 

piercing every eye.

 Cringing as they spy 

telling tales of my demise...

Eyes widen with hopelessness 

defeat 

Fear stricken. 

My kryptonite.

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?)

And now 

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 

And inhaled.

Dancing loose these shackles!