The three quarters
You bid me to endure,
a life I never sought,
to breathe the air, unwanted,
its weight, a heavy thought.
You wrest words from my soul,
ones I dare not let fly,
you mould my very essence,
yet still, I wonder why.
I cannot grasp your design,
nor seek to understand,
I'm fractured, torn asunder,
perhaps more than I can withstand.
Do not impose upon me desire,
for it burns with searing pain,
a torment that tears me asunder,
leaving fragments in its reign..