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Mom called
That is the third time this week
Wanting to know
If I am okay,
And whether I will be coming home this month
One I have not been to
In three years.
Starring, listening,
The iPhone 11 ringing
Unphased, unhinged,
I just want to be.
I want to disappear,
Need to take the edge off,
Where is my pen.
I want it fade before my worries,
Like ash before turbulent wind.
I want to succumb to mental pressures,
Like a weak wall,
Shaken by earth tremor.
I want to feel weightless,
Like clouds in the firmament.
I want to breathe,
Without having to think.
Love,
Without having to feel.
Negative thoughts filling my mind again,
Need my quick fix,
Not pills, weed, or sex,
I just need a paper,
And a bloody damn pen.
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Boys feel too| Poetry
PoetryA poetry collection describing an unpopular truth. 'Boys feel too' is that book for Guys across all races, social backgrounds, beliefs, and identities to let them its okay to feel. More importantly, it's okay to talk about it.
