Gnaw Poem by Yohan Confectioner

I'd like to lie down with my thoughts,
Find solace in the transparent sky,
Cheer in the progressive chirp in the trees,
And gentleness in the brooding breeze.

The plain blue sky seemed like a thoughtless ode,
The orange orb a sponge of healing energy,
The gentle hush of trees breathing life
Into the stillness of the green hearth.

But my thoughts are not at peace
The anxiety fusing with the deterrent of unease,
The burden of guilt lying heavy
On a sack of shame.

Every breath that finds not itself,
But the steps that lead to endless suffering,
The pile on piling misery,
The dread of no more light.

The constant gnaw in the pit of the stomach,
The twinge in the chest,
The droop of the shoulders,
The head that has lost balance of itself.

I must go now
As my thoughts are not with thy self.
But when have they been,
And when will they be so, again.