Shamed.

In a room,
I want to be,
thrown against the wall,
hung by my hair,
all meaning lost,
taken with myself.

I'll take the pleasure
and bury it deep
with all my wounds
and misery.

We can forget
any meaning
and displace ourselves,
"Nothing can be done."

How shameless of me
to think with my hands
and never feel what happens
with my heart.