Trailing tranquility, and how ...

The need to feel wanted

 Is imprisoned within me

Unlike a canary in the cage

I can’t sing to be free

I am drowning, in not, some

body of water or whatever

But, in the deluge of thoughts

Them, I am unable to dissever.

The fire of spite that burns

Around my clueless existence

There are those that insist

To revel in continual resistance.

Surely my souls can hold

To the many outside blows

Just enough to endure until

I can overcome the throes