Tearful eyes with tiny shoes,
powerless against the flames.
Gritted teeth and swinging fists,
Are different kinds of games.
Inquisitive boy soon learns to hush,
Wishing he was strong .
But when a fly’s locked in a spider’s web,
Bravery can’t last long.
As the boy’s too big for the web,
He’s lead to the serpents lair.
Broken voice, yet breaking down
Fed only on despair.
A cappellas of insults drown out The Smiths,
Head pounding to the base.
Fear takes root, deep in his mind,
Watered with his hate.
Little boy to little man,
In a world he can’t control.
Conflicting claims and twisted words
Are bound to take their toll.
Then one night, as the hurricane rains
His courage starts to wobble.
Just one more punch, one more word
he’s reaching for the bottle.
It silences the voice, that says he’s weak,
Granting him some peace.
The dangerous drug cannot be wrong,
If he can finally sleep.
Angry eyes and size 10 feet,
Flinch as tall men come near.
Yet forty years from his escape
he cannot quench his fear.