Scorned words broken
On your floor of
Glass
Cutting like a machete
In an overgrown
Rainforest
As the rain trickles
Off my
Back
A lost soul
Roaming the world
Aimlessly, lacking
Greatness, never instilled
Riddled with
Wonder of
What a father
Is
Only left with what
He
Isn't
Lost the game
Of love
But won
Solitude
In it's
Realist form
Living the reality
Of
A cruel world
With a heavy
Chip
A solider
Trained most
Inhumane
Having left with
No choice
Surviving is
Life's game
You live or
You die
Bleakness in sight
Of nowhere
In particular
Just knowing
Your always
Somewhere
Short
Of a dream