The Lighted Man
Lighting and burning inside
As his breading frails,
A building and overflow
Drips through his face and nails.
The world has his flesh
Tied and lashed, still giving sweet exhales.
Shedding loved tears
As his crown is to bash.
But a light that goes
And awakens the few,
Yet kept and kept
Even in struggle with brother foes.
And just when a call
From questions face,
With a dim shine
And a fallen grace.
Humbled is asked, for roads
To nobler days.
In shadows a beaten man rises
To light paths, to untaken ways.
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