Thanks Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Lingering like an undisturbed spirit,
feeding off of the light that shows though,
beyond the walls that were knocked down,
mental blocks of emotional descent,
built up a defense system,
to keep the global systems safe,
and unharmed,
getting through the loss of my brother,
and the triumphant honoring of the fallen,
the hurt, the abused,
succeeding the thundering of the the so called 'get away',
pumped up to be let down,
and pulled behind the vehicle you call your life,
so close to forgetting yet so far from forgiving,
you make your life out to be a big show,
nothings gonna change,
stuck in your confusion,
no patients, lying, denying,
i heard it all before,
all of your life you have been subdued,
numb to the agony,
the very fabric that makes you grow,
you think life is a bore,
when i do is what you want me to,
thanks for the pain,
when you contemplate,
where your gonna go next,
thanks for the pain.