Born and yet Dead

I have so much to say 

And yet they remain

Bottled and Bound

To my infirmities 

To my lack of faith

To my loss of clarity

To my fragile ego

I have so much to do

And yet they remain 

As Dormant thoughts

And hesitant debuts
 Fragments of intend 

Never to be fulfilled

Never to start or end

Like my dreams

Like my untold words

Like my deeds undone

Is my life, my world

Incomplete and Morbid

Forgotten and Eroded

Born and yet Dead