Untameable

Untameable,
as ruthless as they come,
so they grab me,
and tug me,
a mere puppet
of rag and cloth,
wanton toy of inner chemistry.

From grey to black
and back
in flight of stairs
the man despairs
and with the fight
he carries on,
with no interrogation here.

The endless pursuit,
a mere conduit
of fear and loth.