The Boy

It all started when he was a boy

Seeing the world through simple hopeful eyes

He believed every lie they fed him

The truth of reality came in like a hurricane

Snuffing the fantasies of his boy hood

Now responsibility plagued dragging him down 

Pinning him to the ground

He could not even make a sound

Encountering the faceless man

He had lost the first round

Vowed never to lose again the next round

Victory was his calling

Wings for the sake of falling

Like a lion he confronted reality

Went for the neck of his foe

Let him feel the pangs of Pain run from nail to toe

Sank his sharp teeth into his prey before he could know

Drank his blood to seal victory without facing retaliation

That boy was now a man.