Against
The
Wall
Today,
Feeling
Small,
Wishing
The
World
Would
Go
Away.
Where
Are
My
Heroic
Deeds,
Writing
Words
That
No
One
Reads?
Holding
Up
My
Tattered
Flag
Now
And
Then
Becomes
A
Drag,
But
I Trudge
On,
Surviving
In
My
Head,
And
By
The
Gods,
I Will
Until
I’m
Dead.