A Troubled Soul

Square pegs and round holes.

Cats on dog shoals.

Evil spirits in cathedrals.

Does it make sense?

Of course it does,

perfectly.

A soul-dier,

a brother.

I,

his protector,

and also his anchor.

If it not for me,

this world would think him a quack.

A vagrant.

Mad.

Why can't anyone see,

the pain he feels,

I feel it in me.

His yearning to be,

Free.