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In Between
With closed eyes and tired hands
I dig my hole with all I am
not a boy, yet barely a man
I've come to you to make my final stand
Callous hearted with feigned joy
you try to find that little boy
all your tricks you try to employ
but a man I cant be, and dead is the boy
Really felt this, good write
Really felt this, good write xP
Wonderful poem, one can almost feel the raw emotion through the screen! The images are true, and the reader can tell. Great poem!
A 14 Year History
Glad u r back with postpoems. - allets -