A Real Coward

There was a time when
many words could describe you;
Could wrap themselves around your
wasteful form.

Now, there is only one word
which snakes around your
poisoned, fruitless trunk.

There is no such thing
as an imaginary coward,
but there is such a thing
as an imaginary friend.

You have mainatined your grasp
of reality.
For that, you must feel delighted.