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Slave

So resolute and agitated am I,
That I scarcely sleep at all.
My body shakes with all the rage and sorrow
That it barely manages to hold at bay.
I wish to be left in peace,
But my mind refuses to rest or think;
It can only run in circles,
Forever restless until what passes must.
I drag my feet in lament,
And wish no further to carry on,
But I am a helpless slave to the angry fire
That fuels my soul,
Keeping a tight, constricting reign over me.
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