When it’s cold I’m freezing

After a short run wheezing

The sun irritates my glands

I could never throw hands

To defend or sneak attack

The tangible sense of lack

Demoralising entanglement

Overwhelming abandonment

When left alone in my mind

With aspirations streamlined

Sleepless nights turn into day

Beckoning another forged display

There in the pit of my weary soul

Left exposed by my delicate ego

A glimmer of hope fills the hole