furies

if I am tired in the daytime
if I'm tired at night
and my dreams are troubled
where then can I rest?
and the confines of my flesh
become the jagged, firm walls
of a prison
and I might walk--but I carry terror with me
within my veins
in the light or the darkness
what crime could I have committed
that the ghosts would follow me
out into the sun
because I said that I was
that I was more, that I murdered
the bit of my soul
that was trailing behind me,
and caught on the ground
is it such a crime--God?
to set myself free, to not have waited?
is it such a blasphemy--that now
I must walk with the Furies
harrying me in the streets?
but you did not come
quickly enough.