He knows
some have inner fire,
but not the desire
to exist any longer.
But he knows
some will walk on
with shoulders of lament
and never regret
their sleeves of soul.

He knows
every room with closing walls
that mash the bone,
with teary eyes some succumb
but can rise again as fast as they fall.

But what I know
is when curled around darkest defeats
as the nocturnal hand swings slowly,
He knows
what ebbs away in my mind
flows from my heart.
Thank God he knows.