Who am I?
I ask the boy I once was
He smiles in response
And salutes with his sword

The same one that I
Just set aside
For a loose handle
That just needs retied

What of the man I thought to be
How did I fall so short of the mark?
Becoming that which I hated
All through my childhood.

“He’s dead” the river roars
“Poisoned” whispers the tree
“Betrayed” says the boulder
And all of us agree

Betrayed by my own body
Through poison deep inside
He died at the diagnosis
And left an empty shell behind

So I live a broken dreamscape
At war within my self
Hiding from depression
Behind masks from off my shelf.