The Nooner

He said he wore armor

The heaviest kind, to protect him from the world outside

Then realized how he was blind

And how all the hurt came from the pain he hides

It was all internal, blaming the furnace and ashed cigarettes that made the burn holes

It was everyone else it was the nut but never the squirrel

Overly fertile, ready for obstacles and hurdles

Moans and toes curl I shrug you off and put on another layer of plated baggage and emotional outbursts waiting for meaningless words to feel less absurd knowing the golden rule never expecting tables to turn

I’ve burned and been burned drinking water in the depths of hell screaming it’s none of your concern got you thinking I never learn