Like a loud whisper, tangled in an ear,
Or a bright darkness, lingering in its shadow
The climb was ever steep, yet an inferior plateau
His gallantry was caught sleeping with fear;
His skin dry from the rainfall of tears
A Wise one, he was perceived as callow
Full with glee, yet overcome with sorrow
His seconds felt like lengthy years.
Trapped in conflict, rapping on his walls
Lost, running circles in his psyche
On the quest for the trap door, he did crawl
This burden’s weight held tightly;
His mind, with his heart—a brawl
Love’s prevail might we see.




