The hardest thing to endure
is to be a Coward. My broken metal
wings resonate like angered antennas.
My soulful dirge drags painfully moaning
in the swamp that I call my courage.
There is a swollen whale
in the needle of my eyes.
Nobody but I can pacify
the whale out.

It is not as though,
I can't cry, but I could
all the time. My lame steps
stop short of breath, these desiccated
lungs are swallowed by smoke
by fire that isn't there.

I hide again for the enclosure
of my cave guides me back like
a false messiah.

As long as I am religious
to my sulking fear, then
I am continuing to collapse.

Build me again so I may begin to
deserve to be afraid.