Only Wanting To Be Free
Old habits die hard,
I guess at the end of the day,
I'll never truly understand why,
why he is this way.
The psychology behind it,
my theories are pretty sound,
but the actual act of what he does,
when he thinks no one is around.
His pleasure is in the pain,
a way to numb out the world,
when the harshness of his reality,
starts to crumble all around.
I often look for triggers,
little things that seem to set him off,
trying to pin point actually when,
he decides it's time to cut.
You'd see a body riddled with scars,
each one a story he could tell,
but I only see my brother,
and I see how I have failed.
Ignorance is bliss,
the way I've always been,
till it's right on my door step,
now I can actually see.
All I see is broken,
a man never taught to grow up,
a child caught in time,
his mindset so corrupt.
I know I can't fix him,
I wish I truly could,
years of being alone,
because no one understood.
If I could only look through his eye's,
to see the world as he,
so trapped he is by his compulsions,
only wanting to be free.
Contest Name: any poem during the month of JUNE or JULY
Sponsor: Poet ~ Destroyer
Equal 1st place
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Copyright © Murray Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012
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