The Bolt (NaPoWriMo Day 17)

Today's prompt from https://www.napowrimo.net/ is write a poem in response to one of your favorite poems. That isn't quite what I've done. And I didn't pick a personal favorite just a famous one. Doesn't matter, this is what I have for today:

The Bolt

I see others walk away.
Their backs unbroken as they sway.
Their limbs quivering with wild hope.
Their throats wide open, will never choke.
Eyes bright and scanning, eagerly planning.
With understanding, the scope
of their fully open door.

I grip my hands together.
Pressed as if they could tether
my soul to that blissful, ignorant bolt.
My mouth sewed shut, filled with salt
lips cut and bleeding, never needing
never feeding, the story.
Of the loser who wanted more.