FIRED-UP FOR A SHOOT-OUT
Living A Restless And A Reclusive Life
In The Graveyard Of My Darkest Thoughts
And Silently Sulking And Seething
About My Own Sad Situation
I Was Fully Unaware
Of The Extent To Which
My Mental And Spiritual Support
Has Become Shaky, Soiled, And Shabby

Burdened With The Drudgery
Of A Negative Outlook On Life
Swearing Loudly At My Own Irrational Acts
And Shouting Foul Words At The World
I Felt A Strong Urge
To Make A Full Confession
To My Cloudy Conscience
For All The Bad Deeds I Had Done

My Stockpile Of Explosive Ideas
Had Made My Mind Miserable
And The Anxieties I Was Experiencing
Seemed To Have Been The Main Source
From Which My Discomforts Came

All Of My Opportunities
To Make Peace With My Person
Prematurely Expired Without Warning

My Crystal Ball Remained Murky
And I Became Stuck Deep Down
In The Basement Of My Beliefs

My Weapons Of War Were Worn
My Armory Had No Artillery
The Enemy Had Overtaken My Thinking
And Every Good Thing
That I Had Envisioned
Had Been Bombed And Blown To Bits
By The Fire Power Of My Protagonists
Who Had Secretly Invaded My Psyche

When I Could No Longer Control
My Destructive Demons Of Doubt
Every Insurgent Against My Intelligence
Completely Encircled My Capacity
To Save My Sense Of Self

Having Lost All Hope
To Stop The Deadly Clashes
Between My Principles And Opinions
I Critically Assessed My Situation
And Adopted The Ways Of A Warrior
When He Is Fired-Up For A Shootout