A literary soldier sweeping for mines

Cross-examining words for misunderstanding

left by my self-concious

as I keep

my feelings

restrained

Just a pawn in your game

Playing it safe,

Ironing out the creases,

Too afraid to risk reality's shame.

In the throws of victory

You leave me clutching

The ankles of defeat

At which I'm smitten

Do I see just what I want to see?

Former dream of aspiration

Or do you communicate selectively?

Unsure of where to tread

Each strand is a thread

To my very existence

Decisions to be made

Stranded by the cross-winds

Of sheer indecision