No Less

A thought once taught he missed I guess.
to remain sane and stay blessed no less.
Keeping his fowl in order through stress.
No rest in this mess once labeled “his best”.
Depressed is the guest he serves on the inside.
He dies by his pride always drives; never rides.
Doesn't care for the stares or who's on his side.
“Oh I tried but I lost”, but we all knew he lied.
The truth is his youth is far from past tense.
His core rotten, forgotten, and without sense.
a house crumbling down inside of a beautiful fence.
he does nothing. “Rebuilding is way too intense.”
his mind slashing his soul,
his soul doing the same.
spirit starts to grow cold,
and so does the brain.
Hating what he loved.
Loving what he hated.
Nothing from above.
His faith is deflated.