Being a man
In life I struggle,
To share my feelings with others.
My logical facade,
Is the flimsiest of covers.
Underneath rages a fire of emotion.
I find myself incapable of release.
I find myself living without peace
When I write my heart does the work.
When the pen hits the paper
My emotions escape with a relentless flow.
I spill it all and out it comes.
Waves of feeling that I cannot control.
Rapid flows of pain and joy crashing into one another.
If only I could talk to people like I can to paper.
Maybe then I’d be a better man
Instead of a lost little boy with nobody to hold my hand.
{Unknown}
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Mysteries of myself
PuisiPoems and random thoughts and feelings I have sometimes. I have poems of other poets in here too. I wrote who the poet is with his/her poem! I am only human (unfortunately) therefor I do make a spelling mistake/typo or two, so please feel free to co...
