The Man Who Still Wakes

The Man Who Still Wakes

I find that I am at a crossroads.
A beast with two heads,
One rests while the other is in glow.
An impulsive lad with no brakes
A drunken man has no legs.
A conversion with pain
Takes your breath away.

Villainous desires,
Plague the fire
The burning of the sheets.
Erased from the banks
A toll has been taken upon me.
Now these scars are all that remains
Of a story once worth telling,
Now become my standard beat.

The water trickling down his cheek,
Enough to make the weak break.
Yet still he rises from the bed
To make another history,
To tell the world at his wake.

And the earth shall quake.

	- Andy McRae

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This an old one. Either from college or High School, not sure which.