I know a man

I know a man Who has trauma melted into his very soul Eyes shine with the blackness of his soul Dragon wings like hunchback A weight too great to stand aright I know a man Who has spent his entire existence searching for some hidden truth Sculpted in the corners of his room Thinking, thinking, feeling Clawing at his head, his throat Eureka or madness? I know a man Who walks like the world is on his shoulders Mouth glued shut, nose wrinkled Posture like the map of Africa Slouched, bent, broken I know a man Who writes every night Words people never get Plans people pause to forget Art artists detest A failure who thinks himself misunderstood I know a man Who looks every bit his age Comatose eyes, lifeless and weary Face pressed into submission Every line, a sign of his many failures Doubts like sweet incense I know a man Taut with passive pain Benign smile, hollow laughter Shades because he's scared they'll see his eyes The eyes so far shrunken, they become pinholes I know a Man You know him too