Making Man

So there's this soul

Pacing the floor

Between right and gone

Facing invisible fears

Only he can see, taste

Tracing memories

That take hold

Refusing to release him

From the here that consumes him

Times flit through his vision

Turning up the volume

On all the troubles

Overshadowing the sun

That threatens his soul

As he continues to pace

A journey of a few steps

Feels like a mission of mercy 

That's meant for others 

No one like him

Can he still be

Without all the pain

New dues paid

Worn tired with the pace

Faking his smile

Never reaching within

Scared of the ruin there

The kind that makes a man

 

        ~K.A. Pitman