Broken Man

No excuses needed Nor apologizes This is who I am as a person, a human being and the man that I intend to be. Take your thoughts and beliefs and keep them for yourself. I am this man that you see before you without shame. Not a shell of myself, maybe rough around the edges that seem to cut through the surface of my personal imperfections. My life and struggles has made me, prepare me for unexpected disappointments. So that I could just smile with tears in my eyes holding my head, no matter the circumstances. I make no excuses for myself every tear and worried thoughts are accounted for compared to the scares that cover parts of my body. I’m a fighter in every aspect of any thought or words form. I represent the broken men who believed in something once Maybe twice, maybe I should just count up my tears and move on. Dues paid and deposited into the tampered and broken sections of my heart, no dearly departed I’m still standing. I’m just aware that my life means something to me. I find myself looking into the mirror with wondering thoughts that seem to just cross my mind and time doesn’t exist. I want to hug myself, searching for some type comfort even though poetry frees me. There are lists of things going on but that’s the role or part played by the image of this broken man. I work hard on who I am, doing my best not to be wrong though have been taught by several, sometimes I just don’t matter. It’s not in me to give up, just that part of me to be Noble and at the same time a broken man.