Introspection

In so forth,
And in so far.
How far in?
Let us begin.
Ripping, tearing
Wounding, wearing
Cursing, swearing
All the while this burden I'm bearing,
Beating down onto me,
Complex mediocrity.
Reaching forward, I take this sight
Lessen my load, broadening light.
Breaking through the hard, cold crust
Entering thoughts, primal and lust.
Emotions harsh, running deep.
A pain so violent, fast and steep.
Wondering thoughts, to my eyes do deceive,
Deepened torment, so I grieve.
Plain, plane, shattered pane,
Broken inside, window pain.
Raging through the shadowed veil,
Rage, and rip, snort and wail
When last my urge doth subside,
Into this corner, this shell
Do I hide.
Huddled tight, bundled deep,
Like a little lamb, a lost sheep.
Shying from the light, I hide
Out of sight- Keeping from
The outside world.
Sequestered from
....
From what?
A Touch? A Contact?
A Taste of Love?
What is love?
What is? Why is?
Where is? How?
When can this concept, ever
Be found?
Love is...pain? Torment?
Agony true?
Or is it life,
Aching me through?
Life is pain,
That much I know.
Life is change,
From hedge to row.
Change is constant,
Forever there.
Always evolving,
Adapting care.
This is, what is,
That is true.
We change with life,
Or die, and become
Anew.