When
Tired and worn
Weary soul
Hidden behind
Leather and scars
Broad shoulders
Carrying worlds
Not my own
Nerve of courage
Feeding swarms of
Parasitic performers in
Characterized friendships
Angelic heart
Forgotten and unnoticed
In the treads
Of boot heels
Thoughts wonder
To lingering question
When will
Ancient hands
Guided by love
Skin flesh from soul
Carry me back
To start again?
