Shut-In

You have a warrior’s heart, but in a coward’s bind
Creating nightmares and phantoms to slay in your mind
In deep-strewn sorrow, faculties declined
In your home, in your room, in your heart, you’re confined
Wield your words in your hands and rend your mind in two
Now take your wit and stick it in and push it deep, and through
The empty carcass on the floor, left bleeding, broken, bruised
An empty husk of what I love is the ghost, the ghost of you