A church man
In pain
Crying
Anger management
Raised in the front
Now he sits in the back
Not married
Head in a big pot
So glad to be here
There
Somewhere he hides
Carrying his Bible
In his bookbag
Fighting his problem
With his fist
Morning
Noon
Night
He still pray
Frozen heart
Suicidal thoughts
Using foul words
Just from a look
They put him
On watch
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Comments2
This poem speaks to me of a person that is not all he appears to be. He hides problems that erupt from time to time. People are warry of him because of his history and he is on watch with fear and belief that it will happen again. Do prophesies fulfill themselves? Nicely written
What a vibrant friend! Greetings
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