The walk

He's a solemn man.
A somber man.
He wears a brave face,
but it's a mask.
Equipped to hide.
He's been told that his eyes are kind,but he knows they're just weary.
The corners of his mouth pull to a frown.
They say he has a warm smile,but I wouldn't know.
It isn't a permanent fixture.
He thinks that the sand-man is a sadistic prick.
He never visits anymore.
He'd walk to the end of the Earth for almost anyone who asks,but that's just so he can jump off,once he gets there.
He'll give of himself.
Although,he knows he offers a bum deal.
He knows who he is.
He just wants to quit.
I just need him to stay strong.
The finish line seems so far to him.
I know he's running out of steam.
He doesn't think it'll ever end.
I had to remind him that the end is always closer than we think.
Enjoy the walk,take in the view.
No one should have to carry you.