I am but a boy
Amongst nightmares
And monsters
Which reside
In the lobes of my mind.

I do not fear the things
Which sleep beneath
The sheets
or blanket of darkness
Thick and woven with time.

I only fear that which
Reflects in the pools
Of drained tears
Collected over time
In tin cans and plastic bottles.

Thrown and cast into flames
Of happiness
But even the warmest of fires
On the coldest of nights
Will lick at the wounds of fighters.

I am but a boy
Amongst men with no sense
Of direction or purpose
Just surfing on a wave
Of regret and every road is unpaved.

I have taken these bones
From the closet and constructed
Walls for a home but
Every cheap shot is costly
With dues that will go unpaid.

I am but a boy.