Red Line Poem by James Bost

i fight as it was my last match
no to show strong feelings
but they are not wanted
i feel broken dominated
im the door mate
wipe your shoes on me
i close my eye and image
picture a red line through my chest
below that line remains the man
the man i was at first
above that line
is where you got to me
from my heart on up
head twisted
forgot my life
clueless dont know what to do
puzzled in a mind feild
lost in a maze
paralized waste down
cant move on
been crushed by your neglect
burried my ego
and drowned me in my own tears