my view

Another brilliant mind wasted Ego bruised, still he stands tall Burdens of the past sit heavy on his shoulders Disease tearing him apart Infected with feelings and moral obligations His own kindness is killing him His pen, his sword, his heart, his shield His soul bleeds out onto the parchment Bears all to the world Open mind for a different view He fights to keep his soul pure Nothing clouds his judgement Most mock his way of life He shows pity for them Pride and prejudice clouds their path He knows the cold truth For every action, an equal and opposite reaction And in the end, only the memory remains God, is a man-made concept Bourne of fear, and ignorance To give small minds comfort....just,my view...