In the Burrow

As i sit alone in darkness, coming to get a little known . My mind dowsed in rock music and whack guitar solos, seeking .... seeking absolution. To be from blame and guilt, release from consequences, obligations. I sit here like the lamb waiting for the butchers knife ,  assessing , the knife of forgiveness to come rid me of sins and let mercy wash 
me over.

Seeking ... a new morning's light

I feel like a puzzle piece , with groves and extensions that dont find their match .... my life isn't that bad , i have some people who make it worth going 
through the ordeal .But what i fear is that this puzzle piece may not find a place
in the picture at all, a terrible fate

i'm deprived of the only joy i know, Football. i can only but remember some instances when i galloped down the pitch , wind gushing through my hair , the rush of thoughts crossing your minds , the scent of a challenge , there was a feeling .... of invisibility .. like you grew a pair of wings. At at that precise moment you'd be 
purged of all your misfortunes and hard goings. You'd take center stage, all eyes on you ,
 the surge of power. something that anything has failed to substitue.

And you feel like you speak a different tongue...to ammend for a friend of the channels that had broken down. well its killing me that nobody states the obvious and get it over with .

and i need more than myself this time ...