Heavy is the Eyes, Dark is the Soul
@julydrama, Twitter. His head hurts from carrying so much pain A crown of thorn, a leech in his flesh Heavy is the head they say, his hands are weary from carrying this load Heavy is the eyes, dark is the soul Of the man who's lived through his fears, Traded his peals of laughter and sowed his tears. Bruised are his fingers, from fighting his demons From dusks till morns Battered are his feet from treading on snakes Cankerworms from within chewing away, his belly aches. Tattooed upon his heart, scars from his battles His psyche is a turf, a golf course of brawls His mind, a warzone upon which unending bouts take place His legs are worn out, can't keep up the pace His arms are too heavy to hold his shield in place His spirit is still in the fight but his soul's too weary to hold his faith Miah le rêve
