Stabbed

A heart brittle,
A mind frail.
A soul fragile,
A psyche pale.

A body feverish,
A mind fallible.
A soul fiendish,
A psyche miserable.

Lost in thoughts,
Alone in a world with blots.
Crowned with imperfections chronic,
And other habits bad and demonic.

Wondered what could cure,
Anything that would help.
Nothing could be a savior,
All it would do was yelp.

Assessed the worth,
Of his heart dark and crabbed.
Full of turmoil and nothing to unearth,
It was just stabbed.

In Turmoil