Suppression

The clouded mist surrounds my mind
choking all thought that could have been.
The splinters of my personal cross
stab at my spine as if pins of steel.
The spear of ignorance rips my flesh,
infiltrating the Maginot Line
of bone that guards my life.
Shackles of hate pinning firmly to the ground
feet which once ran to fly.
Blood streaming, surging, spilling,
into my eyes.
Eyes which saw such good and bad,
and loved both.