Obdurate

I am disconnected, a broken circuit...
With no light behind my eyes.
This apathy has made me certain,
Of where our untrodden path now lies.

Once normal glances turned suspicious,
Gazes avoided, emotions slide.
Attacks of isolation vicious,
I search for an abstract place to hide.

But these fleeing feet they find no refuge,
For my shield is now what shuts me out.
I do my best to try to reach you
But I cannot breach your wall of doubt.

My hands grope for a course of action
But I cannot see the steps to take,
As every word is weighed with reaction
This path outlined with my mistake.

Blood cannot purchase my atonement,
Otherwise, I would be bled dry;
For Mercy seems to be absent
Or indifferent to my cry.