Well now our lies in the bowels
and rags of the cage.
Malnurished and nothing,
He walks in and out
day in
day out
each for his trials.
Guilty with no remorse,
and locked away.
Our hero does go,
for now he is at his low.
No love,
No home,
No woman,
and no allie.
Ours does now live with the constant eye
and knife.
He bleeds like christ,
but he does not die.
He
Our hero
fights.
He cares,
He lives,
He struggles.
Now and forever at these hands and these depths.
He does live on.
Live on and strive and so for another hour
on another day.
Yet, no night did pass when she did not come to mind.
And with every muscle and fiber,
he did his best to hold back the tears.
James J Jackson 