The Child in the Middle

His poker face
reveals no truth
impermeable mind
abysmal ruth
a closed chamber
with secret doors
gigantic foot steps
on squeaking floors
a travelling soul
who's been here before
a new beginning
with so much in store
anguished wrathful
in his solitary space
yet, fills others' lives
with emotional grace
poised in actions
intentions and deeds
of no concern
to his existential needs
designs peace treaties
for conflicting views
gives even the devil
a million excuse
cares not for his fate
like the "story of the seed"
a wild flower stemming
from a rock indeed