blow after blow they rained
ground him to dust time and again
he’d rise they’d say
come back to life like he always did

but all party tricks must come to an end
and so, brittle from the blows
he finally crumbled
not knowing if he’d ever rise again

they didn’t bother
they didn’t care
turned their backs
never to stop and stare

dazed and confused he wanders about
stumbling through the darkness
the soul so lost
an alien in his own world