Fragments, I have

Nihil intelligo et isti homines terrent

Forward, unsure

Backward, too dark

Something about the diction

Of your words

Puts me on edge

Like a razor 

About to nick the man

These welts and wounds

Define me and terrify me

Like the medals

Of a soldier following orders

Where do my actions stop

Where do I begin

Are they one 

Are they disjuncts

The unbelievable variety

Of a mind afraid

The capacity to generate

Monsters in shadows

Weaknesses in strengths

On the battleground of ideas

Mine lie down alone

Cowering and praying 

For some semblance of understanding

Cogito

Intellego

Erro

Fugio

These words that have no meaning 

But bear so much