Strong Poem by Matt Render

Strong
I never was
I've never been
Ive coated my skin
With layers of armour
Walking on through deserted realms
I've built up a shell And made it hard to tell
The weakness within
And the hell where I live

Again and again
I've given in
In not so secret fashion
To the constant
Dying embers
Of weakness
Fanning flames of desperation
Cowering away in darkness
Behind closed shutters
And locked doors
Uttering words
Of hatred malice
And cessation

I've turned my face
From love and friendship
Until all that remained
Was the comforting
Familiar feeling of weakness
Whispering
Insidiously
Incredulously
The bruised
Fragments of memory
Dancing mockingly
Dripping as a hot sweat
That leaves me shivering
Tired and and feverish
I turn on my side
Gripping the sheets
Covering my eyes
Hiding all traces
Of light and life
And what l no longer believe in.
What I no longer believe in.

And shrouded in grievance
For what will never die
With a sigh of resignation
I give into weakness.