A Slave

I told myself this would not happen,

I would not fall a slave to my own soul...

I faltered in my judgement, 

And on my  knees, I take the floor.

I find my wrists are bleeding,

My darkness overwhelmed...

I am a slave to my own instinct,

I am. And I love you.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is deep and powerful. Inner battle to to find some sort of peace. I like the complete poem. A perfect ending to a excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote