Thinking

Flight

In my chest is a frozen flame, 

Anger and resentment held deep inside;

I only have myself to blame,

For I have chosen no-one with whom to confide.

Embarrassment and shame make me want to hide, 

but my own actions leave me no place to cry.

My own wings, clipped, 

The action done by my own hand. 

I feel like a wasteland,

Suffocated in my own crypt.