Torment and Twisting

I stand in a twisted maze

I don’t give, so I have nothing.

Unwilling to give of myself

So unable to draw unto myself

Afraid of selling my soul to the highest bidder

But would pay for just a moment of your time

Somehow I cannot find the Balance

To give an ear, to give a care.

Yet I do give both, but not entirely of me.

I am becoming a tormented soul.

Because I am alone.

Where I want to be