will not be bent

once it starts moving stay out of the way

can’t say you haven’t been warned if you choose to stay

smile on the face of the darkest dread

twelve months already without a bed

without a moment in the highest space

after all this time he was no ace

but a joker again or a mismatched hand

one half of the glass still loses its sand

standing there watching can barely get by

somehow not asking the simplest why

or where he keeps going without a word

no sort of response that can be heard

and seen as if it’s a judging eye

constantly watching like a government spy

agents sent to trip up those standing strong

proved wrong even when he knows he’s not wrong

fighting the demons as they became friends

drawn out to the edge and then to the end

of this madness he might not reveal

might let it subside to let himself heal

in the midst of it all under a pile of thought

still he is better off alone then to get caught

without knowing and with little to say

facing his fears must fight or walk away

not strong enough not enough time alone

needs to harden that surface like a stone

or some metal that will not be bent

and he needs a heart that will never dent…