A HAPPY LIFE

 In danger. LIfes threats have become intimidating. I cant see where they come from or where they go. They hit me like ravens diving and swirling around cares and concerns.
Their beaks try to break off and tear out my hair, but my heads attached so their attempts burn and occupy my mind.
I cant sit in this chair anymore, Its arms are violent,and its seat bans rest.
Danger lurks on the horizon but i haven't backed away or down yet.
Im going to reel in  the answer this time. Ive lacked a flame, but its in my hand and i want to kill the disorder thats hitting me in the face and blooding me again and again.
It cant wait, I fear this stain that dirties my soul with inability.
If i could connect the energy of my canned creativity,make it flow freely, Id stand on that hill, and look down on disease.
Pay back will come, when sin, and cane will fall down and lay in the grave they have assumed id take up residence in.
As many come that go. and i cant trust in them anymore. Some shine without rust, and they blow on these dry bones, and the dust of my mind lives on and grows legs to run, and breathes hard.
That finish line is inevitably mine, crawl, walk,run,or fly past it fast. Even though my body is charred, I'll burn it into a lock that holds a name only I know.