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James Jan Poem
Why do people see me as mean
I try to be loving the best I can
I try to give as but I feel nothing but unclean
I feel people find me nothing but a strawman
With no heart and no feeling
Why do I need to prove that I love
Why should people take me as concealing
When all I want is to do is provide love
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James Jan Poem
White Demon
Our hearts have allowed to be destroyed. The destruction from a demon, this
demon we allowed to flow into our lives and rule us.
When did we choose the demon over our lives, family and pride? A price has been
paid to live a normal life. One demon has left but yet its will to destroy has stayed
with the new.
This demon I have named the white demon saved your life and now is killing it as no
longer do we have control. Our children forgotten, excuses made, it is needed but at
what cost.
Each day, further destruction, the broken glass over the floor, the clothes pulled out
of draws and thrown about, furniture moved and the ornaments of our lives tossed
aside unimportant anymore to find anything little last bit of juice to keep the white
demon happy.
Quietly I clean up the destruction, a thanks or a sorry sometimes comes, but still the
head hears a word that enters the heart and comes out the hand, only one word is
heard not all, this one word allows the darkness of the demon to portray its evil and
believe the negative.
Love and understanding is there, empathy is there but these are not things the
demon want, anger, darkness and hate must prevail, no light is allowed.
The tools to allow the curtains to open are there, but how can you show your love
his tools when the demon tells him the curtains are already open. The demon wants
only what it wants and forever everything will be the blame.
Full of hope to achieve for the day and by the nightfall the hope has been replace
and nothing achieved but what the demon wants. I still see my love, inside his heart
is pure but day by day the mana is being sucked out.
The demon needs to stay and my heart wants to as well, I yearn for the demon to
move aside to allow my love to be realised and some the curtain allowed to be open.
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James Jan Poem
I don’t understand
I don’t listen
I don’t have empathy
I done care
I only do what I want
These words are my loves truth
These words have become my world
This world is now my truth
When did the light stop coming to our hearts
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