...a work in progress...

[These are bits and pieces of a poem I tried to write several years ago...just thought I'd put 'em together and see what happens...]

I built my walls so high
and now I can't see over them
I wrapped myself up tight
and now I cannot move
Dark figures beckon to me
I'd back away, but my feet are lead
They come closer, to call me
Our eyes meet, and I tremble
as my weaknesses grab me by the hand
and shove me into a canyon of shame
Why must I want you
the way that I do?
Why do you have such control?
This yearning, it started a flame in my heart
and now I am nothing
but ashes...