Free-pen'ing

Trapped in this vile alliance,
left to fend for myself,
for the validity of my dreams.
Alone.
Forced to question what I did...
is it something I did?
Perhaps if I were more...
or less...
or nothing at all.
Perhaps a mouse could slay a lion!
I fall deeper in this chasm
tumbling & turning
over & again
with no hope of end
to my nausea & exhaustion.
They say all beauty must pass
this I've found to be true
but for a while I conjured a lie so grand
as to fool myself to the existence of you.
And tonight as it falls,
darkness will warm the frozen bits of my shattered soul.