As A Soul Spins Poem by Derrick Gwynn

What fears are you alone with
A soul tethered to its home with a stones grip. As I've grown through whirlwinds and cyclones uncontrolled my souls sick. A perfect memory, through life's test I've taken more steps than centipedes. A conquest compressed to free my solar plexus from unnatural tethering.
My needs
I have none
my wants
a uncontainable flame to surpass the sun what it would cost
the last of us.