Someone please explain again the rules –

Does it feel all right, being surrounded – though, still marooned?

When arms drape cross back, yet – an emptiness shrills consumed;

Am I completely broken around chest... or at partial slight?

intentionally lost in own tempered doom;

Will I ever be reconciled for courageous limber mood?

Beneath that beckoning light, soon –

strategically placed along this tangled tomb?

Should will stay driven,

tie-up all galvanized ends to make least one grand ribbon;

say entirety was nothing more than strung along nightmare,

cause of worry.... constellating lump affairs –

just one more concern to add towards mine world of scares.