Unravel

I'm a walking stranger in my life, An unidentified man breathing prayers Down the snowy concrete of a wintry existence. I support ideas of love and acceptance But rarely accept myself as worthy of love, I just can't discover the evidence. There is nothing I care to attack Outside the walls of my being, I have nothing to protest that isn't me. At midnight, I'm slightly screaming profanities In church tones softer than a whisper For some mistake I made on a youthful day. I must continue to ponder the question Did I hurt that lady as badly as I hurt myself When I provoked some irreversible jealousy That made all former bonds unravel?