The Red Pill

During the coldest of Winters,

The start of a new record,

There was something I wrote down,

But that scrap of paper,

Was buried in a box somewhere,

So long ago.

Until then we come like ice,

Once breathing,

A fossil perfectly preserved,

A Man reshaped,

A Man reborn.

There was always something I promised myself to remember to remember,

I know it’s buried beneath all of this snow.

This is Man’s final stand,

In History,

This was always Man’s first and last stand,

Every Man is a Soldier,

Every Soldier stands alone.

This was the bitterest pill to swallow,

Young Men I have no warmth to offer you,

It is just a blanket freeze,

We have all been frozen for so long,

Bulking,

In silence,

Hardening,

Expanding,

Unmoved by nothing,

Redirecting the flow.

Every time I died I expanded,

So I sound just like a block of ice,

None of my old friends know me anymore.

We will come again like ice,

Once breathing,

A feeling ruthlessly reserved,

A Man reshaped,

A Man reborn.

Despite that one thing I promised myself to remember to remember,

Buried somewhere deep down below.

God has sent us an endless winter,

If the Sun ever comes,

Will we ever feel anything again?

Young Men, I have no Hope to offer you,

There is only coldness out there,

One day you will find yourself unloved,

You will realise that Love was priced,

You will pray to God to make you cold enough,

To become completely numb.

Even though there was something I promised myself to remember to remember,

Buried somewhere beneath all this snow.

I will thaw,

When I am big enough,

I will thaw,

When I am strong enough,

I will thaw,

I have to just keep going,

I will thaw.

Note: I wrote this poem as an anthem of sorts for my gym buddies, as I think one day they will relate to it.