That's a man,
He is a lizard tamed by birth,
trapped in the walls built by a spectrum of expections.
He feed's on mistfortune,
and swallows it like a bitter meal.
His steps echo in dissapointments,
his battles fought where no one sees,
or even cares.
What were once serious,
struggles and battles,
are turned into jokes.
In the end,
He speaks his troubles to a stone,
seeking a silent listener.
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Author:
Cesuke (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A nicely written very relatable write, enjoyed the read
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it. ❤️
You are very welcome
Poetic words of part of what it takes to be a man. Very nicely written
Thanks ❤️
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