Shifting Position (Attys)

I

Won’t stop

Creating

Convincing lies

To explain away

My unruly feelings,

Which tell me I am failing

Before I have a chance to try.

While I am still building my fortress,

The wind shrieks through to pull it all down

With a brittle beam, a sardonic smile

Painted an inch thick upon its skull:

An echo of Ophelia

In destructive disarray,

With a murderous fist

Assassinating

Hope so that

I can’t build

It back

Up.