Shame, that cursed killing shame, br cascading into flooding tears. br Feelings, is it me to blame? br Shame, the knife that cuts, that sears. br br Seconds, feel like hours and hours, br minutes, expanding into days, br Gone the good, like milk that sours, br the food that poisons, alters gaze. br br Energies capped, deeply sapped. br Life lost sight of, joyous, never. br Fears that one is lost, entrapped, br shame hovers now, feels for ever. br br Deep, that dreaded masking shame br projecting into tortured space, br body twisted, so crippled, lame br shame, a devil vile, so hard to face. br br Shame, now limping back to life, br glimpsing something once again. br Moving slowly, out of strife, br the feelings gentler, now and then.