As I stare out the pane, into a dark space,

I’m looking nowhere, with an empty face,

For I stand alone, in this gigantic universe,

And my flask is unfilled, I’m dying of thirst,

My feet are grounded, but I do not stand,

Bound by its gravity, but not by my hand,

I’ve been set free, but still I feel chained,

Put back into the wild, all bloody and stained,

My senses are weak, and feelings are numb,

My agony still positions, like a sore thumb,

Angered by habitat, and plagued with decisions,

Stressed by life, but diluted with collisions,

Emotions are abroad, but at every turn of life,

Blinded by the wrong, and condemned by the right,

Trying to abide, so I can follow the narrow path,

 Behind every bend, karma seems to leave her wrath,

Have I wronged the world, in such a bad way,

That I’m cast into shadows, to endure every day,

A large burden to bear, for the greater good,

Though I appear like steel, I fracture like wood,

I ask for harmony, that the old be deceased,

And for forgiveness, may my heart rest in peace

                                                                                                                9/7/10   MULLIS