I met him in a self help book
Was curious so I searched
And a few lines in
I was hooked
There was just something in his words
That made me shrink
His crude view of the world
Held me up
Shooked me up
convinced me to think
and I know he wasn't perfect
He was the complete opposite if I'm being honest.
His mind was filled cynicism and sadness
Rat infested hallways
Bone hanging from the unlit passages
He was old
And odd
Writting
Foal
and off
But there's a charm in them
I guess...
He was unflinching
Uncomfortably
Unbearably
honest
In every sense
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A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoetryNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along