Barry Poem by chris schwartz

Getting to the point
Where I'm not here
Well, it worries me.
I won't go to the doctor,
It is all that I fear,
The uncertainty.
The punch that I felt
Years ago
Prepared me
For what I've got to
Look forward to.
Damned if your razor blade
On the bathroom floor
Didn't silence me.
Haven't thought of it for miles
But you've been here
All the while
Stalking every living breath
That I take.
It's getting harder
And harder to breathe
Even with the sunset and lake
You should have taken lessons
From the man you never were.
Then I wouldn't feel the scars,
The wounds,
That dig deep into my
Soul.

Guess you might have finally won.
I got nothing left to fight.
But you're an old man now,
With no future left in sight.
Plant your fist on a young
Strong heart,
And everything else
In the child that belongs to her soul
You'll still find
That the young minds
Refuse to let you win.