The pain easily sat there like a brick,
and this brick was huge and heavy,
much too heavy for one man to carry.
Yet, here he was carrying this huge, heavy brick around his neck
like he was born to carry it.
He knew he wasn’t meant to hold it in any way.
It was placed on him unwillingly, quite unwillingly,
and yes, he kicked and yelled when it was placed on him.
He was told this was what life brought you,
but he only saw it as unnecessary,
punishment reserved for those they hated.
When you do bad things, bad results happen he was told,
except he wasn’t willing to take responsibility because it was a trick,
and accused people are sometimes innocent.
He tried everything to undo this nightmare situation.
The evidence pointed elsewhere, but no one cared.
It was better to sweep it under the rug than to be fair, honest, and right.
Every defense he tried, the strikes were too powerful.
Over time it weakened him, and he took a long rest to gather himself.
It was here he found a different kind of strength.
They were trying to kill him,
but he sure wasn’t going to make it easy for them.
As long as oxygen reached his lungs, he would fight ’til the every end.