When I was young, I was told an old lie.
That it is simply not right, for a grown man to cry.
Excepting of course, if there's a thing in your eye.
I guess it's okay, with a skin full of malt.
But into the wounds, you'll tend to pour salt.
Punching the wall, because you know it's your fault.
Remorse and loss there's no room for them here.
But if I'm honest last night, I did shed a tear.
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Daves Bloke Poems (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about bottling up emotions to be strong.
- Category: Reflection
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Emotions should never be 'bottled up' as they show the real you.
Andy
Thank you, I think 'Bottled up' would have probably been a better name for this poem too 🙂
Dave
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