Life

Cold hard lines
Upon his face
Made of hatred-n-maddness
From the inner battles lost within
A crooked smile
Constructed of pain-n-sorrow
From the inner war's won within
Hands forever scared-n-stained
Body beaten-n-bruised
depleted of energy
for the many times he's returned
to the deep dark
Chaotic Pitts of hell
Just to save the one's he loved
judged by most acceptance of all
for he will kneel
before God
a humble-n- righteous man
he is not just a Survivor
he is a Warrior
of God
                                     Timothy Richard
                                            12/12/22