Agonized waiting lies before me,
soon the axe will surely fall.
An escape from fate I cannot see,
except rebuilding my wall.
Against me my truths do conspire,
fighting inside my own mind.
My lonely soul burns me like fire,
anything more is unkind.
I was once emotionally cold,
a dead thing hidden within.
I've become so again truth be told,
it only seems to deepen.
I am back where I truly belong,
cloaked in shadows where I'm safe.
For this still peace I have waited long,
chaos had begun to chafe.
Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?