- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Childhood Lost
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AUTHOR"S NOTE: there are many of you who know my best friend suffers from PTSD as a result of childhood abuse. I wrote this for him. Right afterwards, we cried together.
My laughter feels strange sometimes
A locked away heart now opened wide
I look to you with whom i can confide
Get in touch with the little boy inside
There's so many things i don't understand
What does it take to be a man?
Sometimes i just want to run and hide
Steal away the little boy inside
I've told you of all the burdens i've bared
Few and far are the people who've cared
Would you wipe away the tears i've cried?
Reassure the little boy inside?
I try to be strong for one more day
Look for answers when i don't know the way
Conquer the fears - get past the lies
And hold dear the little boy inside
Life is a puzzle impossible to try
But with love i know i can survive
Teach me to trust and to be alive
And learn to love the little boy inside...
- COMMENTS
Dark_Destinyabout 11 years agoAuthorThis poem is about my closest dearest friend... and my lover. No sir, he doesn't cry much. In fact, he is the strongest person i know. When he does cry, especially about this, it comes from somewhere that i can NOT go, that i can not fathom, from somewhere deep within his soul that must come out. Unlike most women, i don't label him as a pussy. That is the easiest, cheapest, most ridiculous way out. THIS is the strongest, most beautiful man I have ever met. What he has gone thru would make most men a serial killer. He is sweet and gorgeous and fun. Yes, the dark times come. And they are hard to deal with. But he is my soul-mate. This man is like Rambo... what you call Hell he calls home. No person should ever have to go thru that. And there is no one i could possibly love more or feel safer with. He touches me with a purity and passion that few women ever get to feel. Because it is true and it is totally real. When he is truly deep within himself, he struggles to embrace that child who was abused beyond what most of you can fathom. He turns to me for hope and strength, tho i know he has plenty inside. He meets my eyes and his are full of tears. These crystal pure blue/green eyes that burn with frenzy and hope and passion and intensity. These are the eyes that burn for ME! not out of pity or matyrdom... but from a place that i have never experienced and would never, EVER want to go. These eyes cry because a childhood abomination can NOT destroy this man. That his love for me is the stuff that poets - yes even those that others criticize - write about. Ours is a love that most can not understand. And I am thankful for that. It is a love that is not easy, from BOTH sides. But it is a love that most people would kill to experience... And no... please continue to judge if you want. He's never asked or implied for me to save him. He is complete and whole just the way he is.
Now he is my muse. Don't ever say that to him. After all... he's still a guy...
Dark_Destiny
HarryHillabout 11 years agoshe cries at the drop of a hat. wish I could help her.
