Armourless

Armourless his body,, his heart is exposed,  vulnerable
to the spears of contempt and shame.
He often finds himself contemplating
but his contemplation doesn't have a name.
He burns like a bush fire
slithely engulfing and all encompassing.
He rages
with a whoooshh
he blazes
within.
Yet the outer sheath is lethargic
weighed down
slumped
dragged through
and time weary.
Very image
of the leaden shenanigans.
inspite of it all
he tries
"he tries" to have a brave front
for all the perceptive vultures seeking morsels.
He had been saving his face.
That's all he had been doing.