Childhood

From this nightmare,A deep breathHelps me to sympathize,Surrounded, by my present darkness,A slight turnCatch a glimpse on the wallEvery night, I twist and hollarFailing memories fading fastCaught up, in the morning after,Drawn back, tore back, paralyzedTeardrops, fill all these linesThe wounded cry out to the vineMy hurting sins keeping me downFalling faster spun to the groundI will set nothing, wickedBefore my eyes,I will not know, of your wickednessNot at all