Broken and Bent

twisted, disfigured

fire so weak,

his flame,

how it flickers

Knowing small things,

could grow so much bigger

Life happens fast-

his happens quicker

Can’t live forever,

only so many miles on a ticker-

Will he live long enough-

or give in to an itchy index-

squeezed on a trigger?

There’s gotta be more to life

Though-

He’s not sure what that is

Maybe a wife and some kids?

Success in business?

World renown name?

Genius, or-

Man gone insane?

Fighting for land,

the place where he lives,

Ideologies of which –

He no longer believes

How he feels, 

he cannot explain-

perpetually misunderstood,

may as well be his name

He was told:

After the storm, 

rainbows came-

He thought there’d be a limit-

an end-

to the torrential rain

A soul,

now-

finely marinated in pain,

He fights with himself, 

how much longer can he sustain?

His greatest strength and weakness-

conversations and abuse-

contained within him-

at war with his own-

magnificent brain.