Bright

a drunken poem

 

They never listened, yet his every word raised a vein

The always felt safe, yet his every breath drew a claim

They sometimes stared, yet he would always stare back

For he was so bright, he had eyes upon his back

They would try an’ teach, but he always knew

They would break him down, but he adapted an’ grew

They would intimidate, yet fail in disgrace

Then try to praise him, but could never do it to his face

They would try to invade, yet he allowed them in

They would then apologize, but he allowed no such thing

They would threaten his life, but he would hand them the knife

They would stab him once; he would laugh, an’ so stab them twice

They would drug him, yet find his eyes to smile an’ gleam

They would kill him, but he would find them in a dream