Widening

‘No soul to damn, no body to kick…’

He limps through the path of life,
Beaten and bruised,
But not yet broken,
Even though every bone in his body
Has been broken at least once before,
Even though his heart and soul
Have been smashed beyond repair,
He perseveres,
Even though his eyes show the internal cracks,
He could fall away from everything at any moment,
Pain both physical and emotional
Tortures him at all times
During the day and night,
His dreams always turn into nightmares,
Reminding him of the harshness of his life,
Reminding him of his inability to escape,
He doesn’t complain,
He endures,
Yet his nineteen years have left him
Feeling closer to ninety,
He’s experienced all of life’s turbulences
Without ever leaving his teens…

He’s won,
He’s lost,
He’s loved,
He’s lost,
He’s given,
He’s lost,
He’s received,
He’s lost,
He’s opened,
He’s lost,
He’s closed,
He’s lost,
He’s smiled,
He’s lost,
He’s bared,
He’s lost,
He’s been honest,
He’s lost,
He’s brought hope,
He’s lost,
He’s been the light,
He’s lost…

He’s burned out…
He’s lost more than anyone…
No one can live life in a deficit…
He may not yet be broken…
But the cracks are forever widening…