That Man

there he stands.

scarred by a nightly torture

undaunted by the blackened tunnel

forward marching in the absence of the Sun.

and while he knows the world was built not for him,

he trods on, holding

firm to the belief that a different planet

though undiscovered,

lives.

close not your heart.

breathe.

close not your heart.

breathe…breathe.

the reality of self which dwells in doubt

awaits

not death. but an awakening

onto its true self.

believe...