Grabbed his hair by his fist
He bashed his punch into his face
Again, again, and again.
Kicked him in the stomach,
Stomped him in the leg,
Rolled him over in the mud.
He still smiles,
Walks over to the cliff and rolls over a rock again.
He was tackled again by the waist
Pummeled by solid fists,
Again, again, and again.
Sweat, blood, and mucus mixed and mingled all over,
Shivering in cold, scrambling in hotness of pain,
Numbed in some parts, bleeding in some other,
He still crawls over to the cliff,
And rolls over the rock.
The rock rolls down the cliff,
Knocking on the window of a far, far away world,
So close to the eye, yet so far away
The world of his dream keeps the candle still lit in his chest.
One day.
One day more.
9.13.2021
Ralph with Coffee 