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Under a Bridge?
his voice
raspy and tired
puts everyone
under that bridge
asleep
feeble hands
unsteady he stands
14 carrot gold
wisdom tooth
tells stories
of volcano juice
he was at normandy
alive now
don't know how
heroes become hidden
*forget him*
but he holds strong
to his family under the bridge
he wears 6 layers
of wood knit shirts
90 degrees
fear of nothing hurts
eat every opportunity
some more dry bread
messes with his head
how his pitiful eyes
sink in their sockets
how his leather hands
rest in his pockets
confess the lust
of so much more
but he knows the truth
...how he knows the truth
4 times
he's really truely cried
out of his mind
he's been shallow
and oh so deep
lost so much
earned his keep
now his sweat
keeps him cool
each precious molicule
he swears that he knows
how sweet flowers smell
are you okay?
taken rhetorical
inspiring one... deep in idea... wish if i can get one of your same way done for my book... love your poetry and try to add few more poems dear friend... best of luck