- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Getting Old
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The bitch is that really deep inside,
where true emotions brutal bound,
Feels dreadful just like something died.
But my soul feels young, age be confound,
But a look in the mirror reminds me why:
Wrinkles that I so richly earned,
Do I call, or fold, or cry and sigh,
Inside I'm still twenty year old,
That ne'r learned.
But in the heart there's still the fight,
Mans soul to lose, and time to win.
Still I will rise up with my courage despite
The desperate battle held within.
No braver words thus e'rr spoken,
By genius or by imbecile,
Even as all my works lay twisted, burned, and broken,
With fists held high... I shout and cry,
I WILL, I WILL, I WILL!
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 4 years agoI enjoyed seeing inside his mind.
"Do I call, or fold, or cry and sigh,Inside I'm still twenty year old,"
That made my eyes tear a little. Said I liked it but really, I loved it.
