Barren Thoughts

A tempered thought jolts mind

So lifeless that I cannot bind.

A restless wave breaks across

A fit of temper laps engrossed.

All I know and all I will

Is neither sufficient nor fruitful.

For those, I care and for those dear

All I am are but a burdened smear.

Not by virtue nor by deeds

But by words that hurt indeed.

A barren land outweighs me more

In that, all its uses surpass mine, sure!!!!

People shower their love and care

For which I am an unworthy heir.

The heaps of hopes weigh down on me

So much so they astound me.

But all I could do is sit and stare

For I could not match their presumptive glare..!!!!

All I did and all I do

Is but dig an empty woe.

I carry with me the cursed land

Wrought with moors and floundered lande.

Where a tiny twig can bring a rush

A gentle breeze can breathe afresh.

But, I for one am the tethering obverse

Bounded to thee, O Lord of Necro-verse.

I seek some respite from this treacherous spree

Shackled and mangled I struggle to be free.

So I seek strength to breakout free and 

So I ask for the strength to break me free...