Frailty

Your chest is a carcass
able to hide
The source of the life
flowing inside.

Your skin is a cover
spread across bones;
It can easily bruise
in multiple tones.

Your chest is a jail
and your heart a slave -
Your skin is nothing but
a tightening grave.

Your eyes are the door
that leads to your soul -
The one causing pain
that you can't control.

Your scars are adornments
able to show
The battles you've fought
in times of woe.

But when the mind takes over
the body you hold
Terrible thing then could
unfold.

For frail then the chest shall be -
The skin breaks open easily;
Nothing then the eyes shall see
When thoughts make matter frailty.