Binds of Young Distress

Like scalding magma
The panic surged
Raised from the caverns
Of my guilt-laden conscience

And yet
Onward I trailed
Through the sweltering hellscape
I knew by name

As wreckless thoughts
Raved madly within
Blistering my insides
With the coursing of young distress

Still I trailed
Maimed and ragged
Toiling forward
Drenched in dismay

I strived and strived
To thrive in the arms of bliss
But the hour of rest
Lied beyond my weary reach