One more

One more poem for the collection:

If I could divide my soul into three
I would choose the part of me
that wants to be free
I would discard the complications
remove the tribulations
but that can never be

I am trapped in this body
with this mind
and this bleeding heart
wishing I could erase the start
of this treacherous misadventure
that has lead
my head
and heart
and body
into battle

Though I favor the head
she shall soon be dead
for she is dreadfully
painfully
outnumbered
her days dangle on a thread

I'm afraid that is all that is left to be said