Brave

But I carry no shame!
Woe’s mizzle fills the wells
Low on ammo; frail in wars

Halls of metal walls,
Brain said I’ve got no balls;
I’m but a moth to the flame.

With no others’ hands,
Fight or freeze and get lost.
And they will beg for a diet.

He left it in the basement.
Its finishing demands a cost.
No rest until the house stands.