What I'Ve Become

head down, lost in time, hunched back a punching bag sags and won't punch back the pressure inverts compressing the sand within stop in your tracks with the flash of the camera lens trapped in a task fully canvasing a spot unreachable by an ambulance dangerous to fight the elements that made you sick with pain you live the flaring wound gave you this save you kid but it's only you that may do this wade through risk and promise it won't make you quit but at the time you truely focus in you'll realize happiness is hopless man cause you've worked so hard to reach the lowest place now known as the lonely man who won't show his face the man kept close afraid of any open space the man showing courage that you know is fake