Fighting the Confusion
We all think he is strong
but he is crumbling
from the things he can't discuss.
His smile is actually his tears,
invisible to your eyes -
drowning him inside.
He is falling,
boulders upon his shoulders,
breaking his bones,
he claims
they are just the burdens of mankind.
He is in a place
he has not been before,
where silence is no saviour,
the voices are too loud -
but he is fighting the confusion
and he can hardly recognise himself,
nor remember who he once was,
but
he is trying,
to remain calm,
to remain horizontal,
but
he is tired,
cold like an autumn tree,
fragile like a winter rose.
He claims his poetry is no proof,
his poems are just pretend,
because he ignores those who reach out.
Unable to accept his vulnerabilities,
he continues to conceal the truth,
because he thinks everything will be fine.
Simple Musing
Silent One
24 March 2019
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