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Nathan Leatherwood Poem
He was 11 when his first scars began to appear
In the beginning his scars were small and not very deep
Originating at school his hazing began
This boy was bullied
He was changing and his friends didn't like it
They teased him
He was a twig and had a squeaky voice
He had no one to help him
So he turned to the blade
He cut daily to escape the emotional pain
His body continued changing
His scars became deeper
He couldn't handle becoming a man
He couldn't handle the stress in coming of age
As he developed he gained responsibilities
The world expected more from him
he wishes he could go back to the boy of his youth but knows he can't
His body growing bigger
His shoulders broaden
The weight in becoming a man is heavy
He wants to stay this little boy
The thought of being a man terrifies him
Now has mood swings
He's not happy all the time like he used to be
He angers easily and
Wish to remain that little boy
Then he realizes
He must learn who he is as an individual
He must endure the changes
He must push on
Listen to advice
Stay fit
Be patient
These scars are symbolic
A badge of honor
Decorating your self-identity
Transforming you into the man you wish to become.
Copyright © Nathan Leatherwood | Year Posted 2014
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Nathan Leatherwood Poem
Dreams don’t occur very often
When they materialize they are deep and terrifying
I can't stop these delusions
They just happen
Trying to forget
Hoping they will eventually fade away
Or that's what I keep telling myself
Running down the alley
An unknown man in black is chasing me
He wants me dead
Bullets are flying past me
Jumping into a building I start climbing the stairs
Hearing his footsteps behind me
Adrenaline pumps through my veins
I keep running
Not knowing where to go
There is nowhere to hide
Running across the roof tops
The man is still behind me
He lifts a sawed-off shotgun
BOOM
A shot is fired
I fall down screaming in pain
Hit mid thigh I struggle to move
He continues to walk towards me
Trying to crawl away
One hand over the other
Everything is blurry
Slowly I move but the pain intensifies
The enigma of a man grabs my shoulder
Forcefully flipping me over
I see the gun between my eyes
He pulls the trigger
Terrified I wake up sweating
Screaming in terror
These nightmares are so real
When I wake up the images leave
Out of my reach
Out of my control
But not out of mind
I try to fall asleep again
Hoping never to recover that nightmare
Remaining in the lighter parts of my dreamscape
Ensuring the darkness does not return
My mind is too scared to go back
It is too much to handle
Copyright © Nathan Leatherwood | Year Posted 2014
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Nathan Leatherwood Poem
I don't dream very often
When I do they are deep and terrifying
I can't stop these delusions
They just happen
I try to forget
Hoping they will eventually fade away
Or that's what I keep telling myself
Running down the alley
He is chasing me
He wants me dead
Bullets are flying past me
Jumping into a building and start climbing the stairs
Hearing his footsteps underneath me
Adrenaline pumping through me I keep running
Not knowing where I was headed
I hit the top and jumped through the door
With no where to hide
The door opens behind me
The gun fires
I fall down screaming in pain
I'm hit mid thigh
He continues to walk towards me
I'm struggling to move
I'm lying there trying to crawl away
Everything is blurry
One hand after the other
I slowly move but the pain is intensifying
He stands above me
The gun between my eyes
He pulled the trigger
Terrified I wake up sweating
Screaming in terror
These nightmares are so real
But when I wake up they're gone forever
When I'm asleep my mind is free
To do whatever
Then in a beat it's gone again
Never to see that dream again
I can try to fall asleep again
Hoping to try to recover that dream or nightmare
But you won't get the same dream
So where does it go why can't I get that dream back?
Is my mind to scared to go back to those dreams
Is it too much to handle
Copyright © Nathan Leatherwood | Year Posted 2014
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