Beaten Man

By M. Jay Mansfield

The walk of a beaten man
no matter how muscular he is
there is no grace in his final steps
there can only be what is

He can hold his head as high as he wants
He can claim principles won
He can rail against the machine
but his soul weighs tons

The walk of a beaten man
Right, does not make the steps easier
There is no longer trek
Than the last one through that door

His head high maybe bloodied as well
His thoughts they swarm
His soul already burdened in Hell
His path pulls him continuously down

Crawling out of this life

The walk of a beaten man
Being right has let him down
Nothing left to give knowing his all was nothing
No where left, but the ground

©5-8-11 MJMansfield